“Good.” He kissed me then, swept me off my feet, and even though I protested due to his arm, it didn’t stop him from tossing me onto the couch, shoving up my shirt before he ditched his boxer briefs and claiming me in his living room, whispering all the parts of me he loved, and ending it with our hands entwined, pressed to his beating chest while he took us both over the edge.

Together.

Epilogue

Emmersyn

Glen Hayes was found exactly where Lincoln said he’d be.

In the Caribbean.

Turned out, he’d been stealing from my trust fund ever since I transferred it over to their company with Lincoln’s approval. Also turned out he’d siphoned seventy percent of it into offshore accounts. All of those accounts were now frozen, and I wouldn’t be seeing them for quite some time.

Glen Hayes was working his way through the penal system while currently residing in his new home in a white-collar, maximum-security prison in Massachusetts.

The money didn’t matter anymore, though. I could end up with nothing in my trust account, and I’d still be fine—monetarily, emotionally, and physically.

“Thanks, Megan. I appreciate all the help.”

“No worries. Trust me, this has been fun.”

If by fun meant you had to rescue the trust fund back to the rightful trustees from psychopath attempted murderers, embezzlers, and all-around criminals, I guess it was fun. She’d call to tell me she was depositing my monthly stipend and the lump sum from my marriage. Apparently, Glen didn’t steal all my money. He left enough for me to receive the amount I would have had I stayed married to Lincoln.

Thoughtful of him.

As for me, I was planning on donating the remainder. The first lump sum was plenty, and outside fun money, my monthly stipend was being set aside to someday help fund my first charter school.

I went back to substitute teaching in November. It allowed me to get to know the needs of Las Vegas while keeping a flexible schedule to work around Kane’s schedule.

He missed four games after the incident in October we rarely ever talked about unless we were forced to with our attorneys.

Lincoln had been held in custody in Los Angeles’s county jail and would remain there until his trial began after the first of the year. We’d have to fly out, give depositions, and be called as witnesses for the prosecution, but unless we were talking to our attorney who Kimmy had set us up with, Lincoln never entered our conversations.

In all, my life had taken a drastic turn back at the end of September. October was no different, but by Thanksgiving, things were finally starting to calm down as pieces fell into place.

And by Christmas? Well, I was hoping tomorrow, after Heather and Tracy and Chuck flew in, we’d end up having the best Christmas of my life.

As it was, my current view of Kane hanging ornaments from the sixteen-foot tall and real tree he’d insisted on cutting down himself, hauling inside, and setting up—with the help of Alix—was already ensuring my holiday was off to one of the best possible starts.