Keep reading for more…
EPILOGUE
SIX MONTHS LATER
TIDEHAVEN, SOUTH CAROLINA
The marsh was alive that morning as wind pushed through the reeds in restless waves while Letty stood barefoot on the dock, laptop open, coffee forgotten beside her.
Wyatt leaned against the railing behind her, arms crossed. “You’ve been staring at that screen for twenty minutes.”
“I’m reviewing coastal flood projections.”
“You’re staring.”
She didn’t turn around. “There’s a difference.”
He pushed off the railing and stepped closer, brushing a kiss along her shoulder. “Your disaster center proposal was approved.” He nudged her. “You can blink now.”
She finally looked at him. “I know.”
“You’re allowed to celebrate.”
Her smile was soft but fierce. “I will. After I rewrite the emergency response addendum.”
He shook his head. “You almost died in a warehouse.”
“And?”
“And maybe take a day.”
She studied him. “You’re projecting.”
“I’m not.” He offered a sly smile.
“You’re bored.”
His mouth twitched.
She raised her eyebrow. Salt & Steel had been steady, quiet. Too quiet for a man who used to live in constant readiness.
“I’m not bored,” he said evenly.
She stepped into him, sliding her arms around his waist, careful of the old scar that still pulled sometimes in damp weather. “You’re restless.”
His hand settled at the back of her neck. “We’re happy.”
“And?”
“And I’m not used to watching someone build something instead of run toward fire.”
She kissed him. “You saved enough people,” she murmured. “Let me save some.”
He didn’t argue. He rarely did anymore. “Pack something that isn’t field gear,” he said after a moment.
She narrowed her eyes. “Why?”
“We’re flying to Dallas.”
