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EPILOGUE

Six months later

Benny and Bethany stoodin the old tool shop hand in hand.Their gazes sweeping the empty space.

He was so proud of her.This was all hers.Her very own practice.She was going to change the lives of everyone in their town.

You’re engaged to a doctor, dude!

He still couldn’t believe it.Not that Bethany had come back.And certainly not that he’d convinced her to marry him.All it had taken was him sliding a ring onto her finger while she slept and a rather cheeky argument thattechnicallyshe’d already agreed to marry him.The fact that she didn’t put up a fight said it all.He was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

Bethany squeezed his hand in excitement.“Where do we start?”

We.

He’ll never get sick of hearing that.They were a,we.A team.Partners.Soulmates.

Sappy much?

His inner voice could go to hell.He’d waited what felt like a lifetime for Bethany, he’d earned the right to be a sappy bastard.

“Wherever you want.”They may be awe, but this was all hers, she called the shots.He was just along for the ride.“You tell me what you want and in what order and I’ll find a way to make it happen.”

“How did I get so lucky?”she asked as she leaned into him.

“Youaredamn lucky.I’m a catch,” he teased, tugging her hand and pulling her further into the room.He dodged her swat and grinned like a fool.“Easy, NeNe, you don’t want to piss off the help, do you?”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.”She narrowed her eyes on him but didn’t bother to hide her smile.

“No...you’relucky I’m pretty.”This time he wasn’t quick enough to dodge the whack to his stomach.

“Okay, okay.Enough violence.Let’s check out the other rooms before the guys get here.”

They needed some sort of plan before they started delegating jobs.Benny had a few ideas, but it all depended on what they were starting with.

“Who’s coming?”Bethany’s hand fell away as she moved toward the back room.