Epilogue

EPILOGUE

SIENNA

Three Months Later

“Come on, Champ, it’s time to go home,” I tell Champ, who’s walking beside me. We’ve just left my brother's place and are heading toward Trey’s house. The distance is only a couple of miles away, an easy enough walk when the weather is cooperating and I’m not rushing to and from work. Today just so happened to my day off from working with Genevieve. In fact, we both took a couple of days off after this last launch. Then, true to our words, we dove right in to making a storefront. Amos sat me down and told me what I had in my inheritance after going away to college. My brother being the selfless person he is paid for what my scholarships didn’t. The farm has made a profit for many years, and instead of giving me a portion in cash, he figured it’d be better to leave the money from Mom and Dad in an account to let it mature. And mature it did. There was enough to pay for the warehouse outright along with the renovations we wanted. Genny about lost it, though, feeling like she wasn’t contributing, and in the end, we came to an agreement within our partnership.

The warehouse would stay in my name. The two of us obviously still co-own Two Chicks, and in the future, if she wanted to buy into the warehouse, we’d make it happen, fifty-fifty. That appeased her. Genny also said she’d make that happen and has since been looking at other avenues of income she can sink her teeth into. I roll my eyes at least once a week. I didn’t buy our shop for her to work herself to death in hopes to feel like she’s doing enough. I bought the place because it’s a great investment, and with money sitting in the bank doing nothing, I may as well make it worth our while. Plus, I love the idea of not having to pay someone rent day in and day out. Next week, the storefront will open, and after weeks of working our tails off, we both decided the rest of the week was ours. Online orders were put on hold, and soon enough, we’ll have to take commissions if the storefront takes off, like I’m sure it will.

Along the way of walking down the dirt road, Champ and I added a few more animals to the mix. My raccoon from my brother's along with what seems like their whole family, a calf that somehow managed to get loose on the pasture near Tully and Dean’s place, and even a deer. Yes, an honest to goodness deer. I feel like that one princess, Snow White, where all of the animals gathered around her.

Champ lets out a bark, causing the wild animals to take off in different directions. “Darn it, you’re lucky you're so cute.” It’s in a Border Collie’s nature to herd. Except Trey thinks he’s broken because he's more couch potato than farm dog, and I love that he’s my cuddle bug when my now fiancé isn’t around because of work.

Trey comes up beside me. “A whole menagerie, sugar, really?” I stop walking and see him looking so damn hot I’m ready to jump his bones. He’s got a black cowboy hat on, a piece of straw hanging out of his mouth, wrist on top of the steering wheel, and a white cotton shirt plastered to his muscular body.

“I can’t help it, though you may want to load up the baby before the momma realizes she’s missing and comes barreling through the fence line.” I lick my lips as Trey puts his truck in Park , the muscles in his forearm and bicep flexing.

“Sienna.” My eyes go to his mouth, and his lips lift in a slight smirk. He knows exactly what he does to me, each and every day. It doesn’t matter that earlier this morning, he took me so hard it helped in kickstarting my period. I cleaned up, and he walked in, saw the state of mess I’d just discovered, and held me as the tears came on rapidly. I felt like I was back in my college dorm bathroom, on the floor crying over the thought of having his child only for my stupid fucking period to come. Trey being Trey held me while I let my emotions run free. He then told me while it sucks I’m not pregnant yet, at least it gives us more time perfecting on how to make it happen. Of course, he hadn’t put his contacts in yet and had on his black-framed glasses, which only made me want him again, but the mess of a first-day period stopped me. Instead, I launched myself into his arms and kissed him with every depth of my being.

“Yes?” I ask.

“Get your pretty self and your dog in the truck, woman.” He unfolds his big body out of the driver’s side, walks around, and comes to where Champ, the calf, and I are standing. Trey pets the top of the baby’s head, talks soothingly to her before wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up.

“How about I open the back door instead? No way she’s going in the bed of the truck,” I say while doing exactly that. Champ jumps in first, staking his claim in his usual seat. Our Border Collie is quite literally the king of every space possible.

“Thanks,” Trey says, but really, the pleasure is all mine. I get to perv on my future husband even more, so it’s a win-win. Once the calf is settled, Trey cups me behind my neck and greets me with one heck of a kiss, showing me he clearly missed me, too.

“Hello to you, too,” I say when he decides our little make-out session is over.

“Been a long-as-hell day. Ending it with finding you walking down the road is the highlight of my day. What do you say we take this calf to Ry and Case’s then head home?” He drops a bomb on me and doesn’t elaborate.

“This isn’t Tully’s calf?”

“Nope. Case asked Ryland for this one during calving season. Ry said he could have him but had to be mindful and take care of him. I’d like for my nephew not to shed a tear, so we’ll swing by Ry’s place, figure out where the little one snuck out, and everything will be good as new.” Trey and his brothers are big ole softies when it comes to children.

“I love you, Trey Johnson,” I say once we’re both settled in the truck and the back of my head is on the head rest.

“I love you, too, soon-to-be Sienna Johnson.” His hand goes to the inside of my thigh, squeezing it, and turning me on. Oh, who am I kidding? Everything Trey does is a turn-on. Except for what comes out of his mouth next. “Our children will not have cows for pets. Two family members are enough.”

“That’s fine. They’ll probably ask for raccoons anyways.” Two can play this game.

“Fuck me, you’re not wrong. Jesus, they probably won’t even ask for a bunny either. The way you are with animals, they’ll just come home one day with a raccoon and deem it a family pet.” Trey may be bitching, but he’s also smiling, and I can’t wait for the day we have children running through the house.

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Coming next is Midnight Confessions, Amos and Genevieve’s book and releases October 8th!