I might not be able to buy him a house. I might not be able to find him another treasure.
But I will find every way I can to show him how much he’s loved too.
EPILOGUE
Davis
Seven months into dating Sloane,I can officially say I know what true peace is.
I still don’t know what I want to do with my life. Other than love her.
And it doesn’t matter.
Because when I’m with her, everything in me stills, and the only thing that matters is loving her.
And it’s so easy to love her.
Like right now, as we’re sitting on the balcony over Crusty Nut, watching the pirate treasure hunt dig in the town square across the street. I’m toying with her hair, happy to be touching her any way I can, with no other place on earth I’d rather be and nothing else I’d rather be doing.
Levi and Ingrid are with us, watching from overhead as two of their three kids partake in digging for treasure.
“You do this Pirate Festival every single year?” Ingrid’s asking Sloane.
Sloane nods. “Every single year.”
“What happens to the square after it’s all dug up?”
“Landscape crew comes in and fixes it all up. There’s new sod every year. It’s excessive, but everyone has so much fun with it, and we donate a lot of the profits to Sarah’s favorite environmental funds.”
“You think I could go dig without getting mobbed?” Levi asks.
“No,” Sloane and Ingrid answer together.
Levi slides me a look. “But you could.”
Sloane squeezes my thigh. “Not this year.”
That’s unfortunately true.
I had to hire a security team of my own—temporarily, that’s for fucking sure—because it turns out when you crash a concert to tell the world you love a woman after not being seen publicly for fifteen years, the attention comes back.
Has to die down soon.
Not like there aren’t other celebrities making bigger news happen.
Ingrid sucks in a breath and sits straighter, and Levi loops an arm around the back of her chair. “Chuck’s got him.”
She presses a palm into her eye. “I know, but it’s Hudson.”
Hudson.
Their youngest.
He makes Tillie Jean and Cooper Rock together look like angels.
“Was Giselle better with him?” Sloane asks.
“She was,” Ingrid says. “We’re still looking for the right fit.”
