EPILOGUE
Sabrina
“I’m going to marry him,”I tell Laney, Emma, and Zen over drinks in Emma’s garage in the house she was planning to share with Chandler three weeks after Grey and I get home from an epic road trip of doing random acts of kindness from California to Colorado.
Laney squeals and bounces on her toes, finally free from her cast and now in a boot instead.
Zen grins. “I’m making you sign a prenup.”
“Make sure he gets the café in the event we get divorced,” I instruct them. “And I don’t want a dime of his money. Put that in there too.”
“He proposed?” Emma asks.
“No, but when he does in five years, I’m absolutely saying yes.”
All three of them crack up.
The men bent over what was supposed to be Emma’s wedding gift to Chandler—a ’57 Cadillac convertible that he had apparently been telling her he wanted for years and also apparently knew was supposed to be his wedding gift—all pause and look up at us. So does Jitter, who’s in his happy place in the corner by the garage door.
And Duke.
Yes, Duke. Grey’s dog.
He paid off the bills for his ex-wife’s birthday party in exchange for getting his dog back, and now I’m living with the very best man in the entire world and our dogs, who made fast friends.
“Should we be suspicious?” Theo asks us.
He and Grey have mostly been giggling nonstop since Emma unveiled the car and explained why she invited us over. The triplets got called in for their various levels of expertise with refurbishing and refinishing classic cars. And honestly, they’re giggling too.
“Carry on.” Zen makes a shooing motion. “You don’t need in on the girl gossip yet. Also, I vote for the doors being wings instead of attaching wings. Have you ever seen a bee wing up close? That’ll be epic on the doors when you open them.”
Grey giggles again.
Not even kidding, he’sgiggling, and I’m so here for it.
“I’ll give you the door-wings, but there’s not a fucking chance I’m compromising on the antenna,” Theo says.
“Antennae,” Zen corrects. “Two. One on each side of the windshield.”
“But we have to make sure the top will close right,” Jack says.
“I have faith in you,” Lucky says.
Decker’s bent at the back of the car. “If you don’t put the stinger on, I’m tossing you off Marmot Cliff.”
Emma smiles over her ginger ale.
“Is this bringingyouclosure?” Laney asks her.
She nods. “There’s a lot of good that came out of my destination wedding. You and Theo. The kittens. Sabrina and Grey. The changes at Bean & Nugget. Zen moving here. Mimi moving here. You taking that DNA test.”
I swing around to gawk at Laney. “You took it?”
“Yesterday,” she confirms.
“How do you feel?”
“Relieved, actually. I know it could be hard on my mom if it comes back and says my dad’s their father, but the triplets deserve to know the truth. So no matter what it says, no regrets. It’s not lose-lose, you know? Mr.Super Vengeance Manover there would probably say the truth is always win-win.”
