Between me and him—fucking Paul.
And he didn’t hesitate.
Not for a second.
I press my forehead to his, my breath finally starting to steady.
“You saved me,” I whisper.
His jaw tightens.
“I always will,” he says.
And I know—deep in my bones—he means it.
Epilogue 1-Esme
After Vegas, we headed home.
Not just to Jersey.
Not just to the ranch.
But to our home.
To the house Benji built—for me, for us—long before either of us had the courage to admit we were never really over. Never really done.
Deep down, buried under all that hurt and pride and misunderstanding, he’d still believed in us.
And somehow?
So had I.
Life’s been incredible since then.
Not perfect—because what life ever is?—but real.
Solid.
Ours.
We have friends.
Like Aella Ramirez and all her cousins—they came to the ranch for a visit with their larger than life husbands and a whole gaggle of kids who wanted to see real live bulls.
And it was awesome.
We have a new found family, too.
Angie. Diego. Alex. Bit. Sawyer. Micah.
No more stalkers.
No more ghosts clawing their way back from the dead.
No more lies twisting everything into something ugly.
And the jealousy?
