Epilogue One

Jackson

Two years later

“Did they finally fall asleep?”Megan asked me from the bed. I stood there for a moment and drank the vision in. Next week Megan and I would have been married for two years. In that time, I had only fallen more and more under my wife’s spell. All those years ago when I saw her standing at that party I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Now, over five years later since the first time I laid eyes on her, I couldn’t believe the beauty I held in my hands.

She lay in our bed, her blonde hair spilled against the crisp white sheets, the blanket pulled up to her breasts. Somehow even after two years of marriage and three kids, she still looked innocent.

“Tabitha has been out for hours, but our boys fought it until they couldn’t anymore,” I confirmed. Tabitha was our oldest child. We found out Megan was pregnant a couple of months after coming back from Greece, and to celebrate we flew back and got married on the same beach we’d created our daughteron.

Megan got out of bed and walked to me, and just like always took my breath. She wore a white silk gown that clung to her curves. You would have never guessed that this woman gave birth to twin boys just two monthsago.

When she stopped in front of me, I slid my hand along her hip and let my gaze take all of her in. I knew that she’d chosen the color for me, because that is how I saw her—how I have always seen her. Megan was pure and untouched from the harshness of my life and my business. She was mine to care for, to protect, and to provide for. Mine tolove.

“Have I told you how much I love you, Jackson King? There are times that I cannot believe this is mylife.”

“It’s our life, little one. Ours,” I corrected her just before I claimed her mouth. She tasted like heaven. Which is more than fitting, because she is my angel and maybe that’s the true reason I like to see her in white.

Whatever the reason, I’m grateful that she chose to love a cold, selfish bastard likeme.