And that’s when it finally happens. The prickling heat building behind my lids turns to a blur and slips over. I don’t hide it. It’s a relief. “I don’t know a lot about love other than what I feel for you. I might make mistakes, but I know this much—you are utterly precious to me. I’ll honor you every damn day of my life, if you let me.”

I frame her face with my hands as the words come out thick, unsteady, but directly from my heart. “And what’s between us, Delilah? It’s forever.”

EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

Delilah

“Look what my mother found in the attic.” I hold aloft the battered red leather book in question as Macon enters the trailer dressed in full Arasmus gear.

Good Lord, but the man is sex in leather wearing those clothes. How I did not appreciate the glory that was the Warrior King up until now, I’ll never know.

He sets down his ax and is about to unbuckle the leather baldric that holds his sword when his gaze clashes with mine. A slow, sweet smile spreads over his dirt-smudged face. “Stop giving me those sexy eyes, Ms. Delilah.”

I recognize that order. I gave it to him once before. Licking my lower lip, I continue to look him over. “Sexy eyes?”

Macon slowly stalks forward, grinning with intent. “Yes, sexy eyes. Making eyes at me like you . . .”

“Want to stick my head between your thighs and slowly suck you until we both come?” I offer.

With a low growl that goes straight to all my happy places, he scoops me up and brings us both back down onto the small couch, this time with me straddling his lap. “Nice trick,” I murmur.

He brushes the hair back from my face and kisses me deep and long. “Mmm . . . you taste like honey.” His tongue slides over mine in a languid glide. “Speaking of tricks, you were saying something about sucking.”

I’m already unlacing his leather pants. He slides free, hot and heavy. All hail the king.

Two orgasms later, we’re slumped in a sweaty tangle, and Macon toys with the ends of my fluffed-up hair. From outside comes the occasional shouts or calls from various crew members, but in our trailer it’s cozy and quiet.

When Macon had to go back to work, he encouraged me to go on my trip through Asia, that he’d always be there, waiting for me. I was ready to go, but somehow, I found myself on a plane to Iceland, where Macon is filming this season of Dark Castle. I no longer wanted to take a trip of a lifetime if he wasn’t there to share it with me. So we’re going in the fall.

The restaurant, which we’re calling Black Delilah, is in the process of being renovated. I Skype with Ronan daily, and we hope to open the following year.