I watch him get into his car.
Watch him drive away.
Only when he disappears down the road do I realize how hard my heart is pounding.
Weston turns to me immediately. “You okay?”
And maybe I should laugh at how often he asks me that.
Maybe I will, later.
Right now I just nod and throw myself at him.
He catches me without effort.
His arms wrap around me hard and sure, and I bury my face against his chest and breathe him in.
Gone is all I can think.
Gone.
He presses a kiss into my hair. “He touch you?”
I shake my head.
“Good.”
The word is rough. Dangerous.
I lean back enough to look at him. “I got the job back.”
His brows lift.
I laugh, half dazed, half wild with it. “It wasn’t my fault. They called. They apologized. They want me back.”
Weston’s hand slides to the back of my neck. “You taking it?”
I look past him into the bright white world, then back at the cabin.
At him.
At the life that suddenly does not feel impossible anymore.
“No,” I say softly.
His eyes darken.
“No?”
I smile.
“I think I’m going to build something better.”
Epilogue
Weston
Threeyearslater
