“Mommy, Daddy, hurry. Come see this room,” Hailey, not to be outdone by her brother, shouted at us.

A lone tear slid down Easton’s face, and I kissed his cheek, tasting the saltiness.

“I’ve looked forward to the day they’d call me Dad.”

“So have I.” I winked at him and gazed around the house. “This place looks like a lot of work.”

Easton frowned. “You don’t like it?”

“I love it.” I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. “And I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

We turned, arm in arm, and walked down the hall of our new home, as my mind filled with all kinds of possibilities. Yes, life was good. And life with Easton was even better.

This house was ours forever, and we’d restore it together with love and passion, just like we’d do everything.

Together. Forever.

Epilogue

~~Easton~~

“You missed a spot, buddy.” Kaden pointed at his gleaming black skate. With a growl, I bent over the skate again and buffed the leather. The damn thing was so well polished it was blinding me.

“You’re next, asshole,” I warned him. “You’re pretty much tied at the hip to your mystery woman.”

“Hey, hurry up, I don’t have all day. You’ve spent the last half hour on his skates,” Ziggy shouted from across the locker room.

“Get in line. I’ve been waiting longer,” argued Steele.

“Fuck. You guys are pissing me off.” I stood, grabbed my supplies, and walked over to Kaden’s boots. I swear the asshole had soaked them in mud before I got here.

“You gotta pay the price for losing the Puck Brothers bet.” Ziggy grinned.

“Look at the bright side. You only have to polish our boots until the end of the hockey season,” Cave pointed out.

“And that’s the bright side? What the fuck, Kaden, did something crawl in your boots and die in there? They fucking stink.” I was cranky, but I tried to tell myself it could be worse. They could’ve made me dance on drag queen night at the Westside Pub, which was one of their options they’d voted on.

“Get to work. I don’t have all day.” Kaden grinned down at me and cracked an invisible whip.

I flipped him off. “Fuck you, asshole.”

“Someone is a sore loser,” Ziggy laughed.

“Yeah, just wait, assholes, your day will come.”

“Never,” they said in unison, and I knew they were dead wrong, but I couldn’t tell them that any more than someone could’ve told me all those months ago.

Love isn’t something you can plan for. It hits you over the head when you’re least expecting it, and no matter how strong your defenses, the right woman finds a way through to your heart.

~ THE END ~

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