Warms.
“Come here and find out,” she says.
Yeah.
I’m not about to argue with that.
Not now.
Not ever.
Epilogue 2: Hadley
The woods behind our house—yeah, I’m still getting used to calling it that—feel different now.
Alive.
Like they’re welcoming me.
Or maybe it’s just that I’m not alone in them anymore.
I glance over my shoulder as we jog along the narrow trail, sunlight filtering through the trees, dappling Rob’s broad shoulders and the easy, powerful way he moves.
Gods.
He’s so beautiful.
Not just because of the muscles or the size or the way every step looks like it was designed for strength.
But because he’s mine.
And for the first time in my life—I feel like I belong to someone who sees me.
Really sees me.
“Race you to the creek?” I call over my shoulder, already slowing to a stop.
His grin is instant.
Predatory.
Playful.
“Cookie,” he rumbles, “you sure you wanna do that?”
My Bear perks up immediately.
Yes.
“Oh, yeah, Stripes, I’m sure,” I say, lifting my chin.
He chuckles, low and dangerous.
“Alright,” he says. “Show me what you got.”
My heart kicks.
Not from nerves.
