“Epilogue,” Kaz says.
I lower my gaze.
“For the past two years, the beautiful princess and the grumpy hockey player have been living together. Every day, he wakes up, and he thinks his life can’t be any better, but there’s always a little voice niggling at him.” He rubs his clean-shaven jaw. “What if it could be way better?” He pauses and stares up at me. “If you’ll turn to the next page.”
My fingers can’t turn the page fast enough.
It’s… blank?
“Goldilocks, will you come up here and help me write the last chapter?”
For a moment, I’m frozen in place.
I didn’t see any of this coming, and I sure as hell didn’t expect to be center stage today.
Unshed tears sting my nose.
This man.
The redhead who greeted me at the door strolls my way, a huge smile stretching her lips. “I’ll hold onto these for you.” She grabs the book and my tote from my hands. “Your man wants you up there.”
I nod.
I ignore the frantic beating of my heart, and make my way to the stage. I do a double take when I spot Erik standing there, with a pretty impressive camera in his hands.
Kaz approaches and extends a hand, helping me up the three steps to the stage. He plays around with something clipped to the lapel of his jacket. “The mic.”
I nod.
“Surprised?”
I gawk at him. “No, more like shocked.”
“Good. Had you seen it coming, all this work would’ve been in vain.”
I shake my head.
He grabs both my hands into his and brings them to his lips before dropping a soft kiss against them. “I love you so much, Harley.”
“Swoon,” someone says.
“You know me. I’m a greedy bastard. Having you as my girlfriend isn’t enough.”
He drops to one knee.
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
A lump forms in my throat as the threat of tears tingles my nose. I wiggle it to keep the floodgates from opening.
“Harley, when I said I wanted you to help me write the last page of my book, I meant it.”
A riot of emotions courses through me, causing my lower lip to tremble.
“Loving you healed something inside me I didn’t even know needed healing.”
A tear rolls down my cheek.
“I know you sometimes think you’re a hot mess, but I’d rephrase that. You’re hot, no messing.”
