EPILOGUE
GRACE
Three Months Later
Ipound away at the keys as I type out a story. My latest investigation coming together day by day. I sip my coffee as the sun starts to rise over the crest of the mountain.
Just two weeks after the article was published and with Owen’s blessing, of course, I moved in with Carson. But it didn’t take us long to decide that his house wasn’t our home. Too many memories of him and Tiffany. We needed our own home. Our own fresh start. Something that would help me heal over the guilt of Alana, something the article helped with a bit, and therapy, and of course, Carson’s support.
We bought a place in the mountains, something he had wanted to do for a long time. To me, it was crazy because I was a city girl. I always had been. But one look at the serenity of this house, at the balcony with sweeping views, and the room that would become my office looking over the cliff’s edge, I knew this was the right move.
Carson walks through the double doors with a new cup of coffee in his hands. He’s dressed for work in his three-piece suit. A court day ahead of him. I bite my lip as I take him in. God, I love him in a suit.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I am going to be late for court.”
“Then maybe you should have come in here before you got dressed.”
He sets my coffee cup down and sits on the corner of my desk. “Or maybe you should have ridden my dick before crawling out of bed.”
“You were asleep,” I deadpan.
“I love nothing more than waking up to you riding my dick.”
I run my hands up his thigh and he quickly moves them away. “You are going to make me late, minx.”
I glance over at the clock. “You have ten minutes before you have to leave.”
“That’s not a lot of time.”
“Then I guess I better work fast.” I drop to my knees and unzip his pants, looking up at him as I take him in my mouth.
* * *
“So has he made you a mold of his dick yet?” Winnie asks me as we eat lunch. She came into town for a few days to visit me.
“Not yet. Bastard. I told him when I am traveling for my articles, I need something of him to keep me company.”
“Well, don’t forget to tell him I need a copy too.”
I snort as I sip my wine. “Considering he is my boyfriend now, that might be a little weird.”
She shrugs. “If it’s as good as you say it is, then he should commercialize that shit.”
This time I do spit out my wine and get a glare from a woman sitting across from us. “It would be a good business venture. I’ll mention it to him tonight.”
“Three months together! So exciting!”
“Stop. You’re acting like it’s three years.”
“Well, you are the one that has to have an anniversary while I’m here.”
I roll my eyes at her. “And like you said, it’s three months. I really didn’t think he would do anything special. But I’m not good at relationships, so maybe it’s a normal thing.”
“It’s not.”
“Well, gee thanks. Now you got me wondering what he is up to.”
“Beats me.” She looks away as she says it and takes a huge gulp of wine from her glass. I’ve known her since college and I know exactly when she is lying. Then I start to panic. What is he planning? Is he going to propose? No way, it’s been three months, there is no way he is doing that, not after everything that happened with Tiffany. Plus, it’s only been three months!