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  1. Forever Never
  2. Lucy Score
  3. Contents
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  59. Epilogue
  60. WANT MORE?
  61. Author’s Note to the Reader
  62. About the Author
  63. Acknowledgments
  64. Lucy’s Titles

“Think Brick will put a ring on it?” Lars asked, pulling up a chair.

She choked on a mouthful of a full-bodied merlot. Coughing and sputtering, she reached for a cheesecake bite to wash it down.

“I was missing my family,” she said, stuffing a bite of cheesecake into her mouth. “Thought I’d take a few weeks of vacation and have a nice long visit.”

“And put a smile on Brick’s face,” Kiri said, fitting the piece into place.

Heat flooded Remi’s cheeks. “We’re just enjoying spending time together. There will be no putting rings on anything.”

Any day now, he was going to come to his senses and turn her loose again into the world, ruined forever by his invincible penis.

“I see a few new finds in here,” Remi noted, changing the subject. “Where did you get that basket?”

* * *

They ate and drank and chatted for another half an hour. And when Kimber said she needed to head home to get the kids from school, Remi volunteered to go with her.

“You look relaxed,” Kimber observed as they walked, avoiding patches of ice and piles of still pristine snow.

“Me?” Remi asked innocently. “I must have gotten a good night’s sleep.”

“That’s not the face of someone who slept well,” Kimber said dryly. “That’s the face of someone who had a half dozen orgasms in rapid succession.”

“Let’s talk about something other than my face and orgasms,” Remi insisted.

Her sister let out a sigh, watching the cloud of breath appear and then vanish in the cold. “I’m sorry for going PMS 5000 on you. I was spiraling, and it really had nothing to do with you.”

“I’m sorry for blowing back up at you.”

“You held out admirably. Which only served to push me over the edge,” Kimber admitted.

“You were overdue. I mean, what normal human doesn’t lose her shit every once in a while?”

* * *

This time, in a vast improvement over the last visit, her sister invited Remi inside. The family’s moderately overweight beagle thumped his tail from his blanket on the couch. Princess Megatron joined the Olson family after Kyle cracked under the pressure of endless pleading from the kids. He surprised a very unhappy Kimber with the puppy. The kids were given naming rights in return for promising to be entirely responsible for the dog’s care.

That lasted all of about thirty minutes. Mega, as he was now known, quickly discovered who was in charge of food in the house and attached himself to Kimber.

“You painted,” Remi said, unwinding the scarf from her neck as she appreciated the soft umber on the walls. Visitors would never guess that two active kids with a vast array of toys, hobbies, and books lived under the tidy roof.

“And redid the floors,” Kimber said without enthusiasm. “And finally sanded down the paint on the molding around the transoms. And painted the god-awful beige brick on the fireplace.”

“It looks like one of those houses on HGTV.”