“I’m so in love with you.Didn’t you know?I’m bloody arse over teakettle crazy about you, Love.”
“That makes a terrifying mental image,” I murmur and do a little sob laugh thing.
He cups my cheeks.
“You are everything to me, Chiara Giardino.The only woman I have ever loved, and I’m yours.Completely, irrevocablyyours.”
I smile at him.
He wipes tears from my cheeks I didn’t even know were there.
I tighten my grip on his shoulders.
He leans down and kisses me.
And as the music swells around us, he pulls me closer, guiding us back into the rhythm of the dance.
Epilogue 2: Noah
Three weeks later and my house in Consequence looks like a bloody circus.
Boxes everywhere.
Furniture being dragged across floors.
Someone blasting music in the kitchen.
Tank and Koa arguing about how to carry a couch through a doorway that was clearly not designed for rugby players.
“Mate, tilt it!”
“I am tilting it!”
“That’s not tilting, that’s wedging!”
“Oi, Walker!”Tank shouts.“Your couch is stuck!”
I lean against the kitchen counter and grin.
“Sounds like a you problem.”
He flips me off.
The ladies are doing their own version of organizing chaos in the living room.
Finley’s directing traffic like a general, Dani’s unpacking kitchen stuff, and Annabeth is trying to keep Carolina from reorganizing every single shelf.
And right in the middle of it all—Chiara.
My Chiara.
Standing there in leggings and one of my old T-shirts, her curly brown hair piled on top of her head while she opens another box labeled BOOKS.
She catches me watching her and rolls her eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I say.
