Epilogue

epilogue

Wrenlee

Cash proposed over the Christmas Holiday while we were in Blue Bend. He’d bought the ring before Thanksgiving, but he’d waited for Christmas—for the time we’d had planned to spend with Dad—to pop the question.

Cash Jagger, devil without a cause, had asked my father’s permission for my hand. I know without a doubt that if Dad had refused, Cash would have done it anyway—and I would have said yes. But he’d wanted to give Dad that, and I love him for it.

Surprisingly, considering me and Cash haven’t been together long, Dad gave his blessing. I guess when the man saves you from a murderous killer and loves you enough to stand by you through the recovery, the nightmares, the mental torment—it’s reason enough for a father to give his nod to the man brave enough to ask for his daughter’s hand and heart.

The ring is—perfect. It’s not over the top, and it’s not typical. It’s me—a daydream fashioned in gold and diamond if I’ve ever seen one. It’s like something I might read about in one of my fantasy romance books. I wonder if that’s how he got the idea to buy the band of vines and diamonds. Either way, I don’t care. I love it.

I’ll wear it for the rest of my life.

“Are you sure about this?” Cash asks once more, his face drawn tight as he glances around the new space. We’re in L.A.—in the condo we’re planning to buy and live in.

“I’m sure.”

“Wrenlee,” there’s an adorable caution in Cash’s voice that has me moving from the wall of windows to the man who stands in the brick exposed dining room.

Dipping my finger into the buckle of his belt, I tug him closer to me with a flirtatious grin. “I’m sure I’m going to love it when you push me down on that counter and take my ass for the first time.” His breath hitches, because we’ve been working on that—on getting me ready for that. I can’t wait. Pitching my voice to a near whisper, I trail my finger up his torso. “I’m going to love having you fill me in that shower at night under the stars that peek down at us through the skylight—and sleeping outside on the rooftop patio like we never got to do in New York—because it’s warm enough here.”

“Kitten,” his voice is a decadent husk that has a shiver running the length of my spine.

“I want this, Cash,” I tell him firmly. “Besides, the band is signed, and the producer is here.”

“We can do things remotely.”

“Everyone else is already here.” I tell him what he already knows. The band has already made the move. I don’t know why Cash is so hesitant.

“You chose New York. You’ve only done one year of—”

“I can transfer—and I might have chosen New York, but I’m choosing you now and forever. I want this. Besides,” I nibble my lip as I dance away from him into the sunspot that beams into the living room. “Saint and Nemosis are going to love this apartment. The windows and sunbathing those two are gonna do. If we do this for nothing else, we should do it for them.”

“For our cats?” Cash raises one darkly amused brow.

“Absolutely.” I beam. “For our fur babies.”

His eyes drop to my belly, “And what about real babies?”

My breath catches and my heart flutters as I promise, “They’ll come along eventually.”

“Where’s my kiss, Kitten?”

“Ready and waiting as soon as you sign the contract.” I shoot him a wide grin—the very one that I know melts him every time. “I don’t want to lose my new home.”

“Then it’s yours.” He pulls out his phone and signs the contract, the sound of the whoosh echoing in the empty space. “Done and delivered, Kitten. Now, where’s my kiss?”

I don’t make him ask again, another deal with my devil is officially signed and sealed.

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I chose him because he was the biggest, baddest looking man in the crowd.

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision based exclusively on fear. Fear that my cheating, handsy in a not nice way, ex-fiancé might catch me.

He wrapped me up in muscle and ink, his voice rough, smoky sin as he stood at my back to save me from a monster.

Before I know it, Mr. Big and Bad has me living in his cliffside house—playing his fiancée!

Believe me, we have our reasons. And, yes, they’re crazy.

Only, when we decide to make it official, and I become his wife—ahem, fake wife—things start to feel like more than play. With every fake kiss, every searing touch, and every look from those frost-burn-me eyes, it’s feeling more and more real.

Against my better judgement, I’m really starting to fall for him. But monsters don’t stop hunting just because their prey has muscle at her back.

He claims he’s the bigger monster. For me, he’s been nothing but a teddy bear.

He’s a man of many masks. I’m the woman who is going to strip him of them all.

Oh, after I strip him of his—ahem, down to his ink.

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