EPILOGUE

F inn

One year later

Noah and I stroll over the super fancy carpet of the equally super fancy Vegas hotel. Vegas sparkles on the other side of the large glass windows.

"We might have been drunk, but we chose a nice hotel," Noah says cheerfully.

"I chose a perfect husband," I declare. If I sound smug, it's because I'm fucking telling the truth.

"Right. I throw up when I get drunk, and you make brilliant life decisions."

"Uh-huh," I say happily.

"I accepted."

"I mean. Your faculties were impaired. How could you ever say no this?" I gesture to my body, and Noah's eyes flare.

Okay. We might be making out in the hallway soon. Which is hot, but not super appropriate.

"Where's the keycard, my sweet puck?" I whisper.

"Pocket," he murmurs.

I grin and dig for it, then frown. "It's not there."

"I didn't tell you which one."

My eyebrows sail upward, and I give a strangled laugh. "You weren't this naughty last year."

"I hadn't been under your influence for a year."

Then my heart swells, because how can it not when I contemplate all the joy, all the laughter we've shared.

"Happy one year anniversary, husband," I murmur .

I duck one hand into his breast pocket, one hand into his right front pocket, because I already searched for his keycard in his left front pocket.

I think I feel something in his right front pocket, but I pull out my hand.

"What is it?" he asks.

"I just remembered. That suit comes with pockets in the back."

"Oh." His eyes widen, and he rubs his succulent lips together. "You have to be diligent."

"Uh-huh. Turn around, baby."

Noah swings around and I perform a diligent search of his back pockets. Noah's ass is high and round and firm, and I need to make sure I can't feel a keycard.

And that's how Evan and Vinnie find us.

"I heard this was a good hotel." Vinnie shakes his head, clutching Evan's hand.

They're even more ridiculously affectionate than Noah and I are, and that's super difficult. But then Evan is the captain, so it makes sense he would be an absolute overachiever. Ever since that first dance together when Noah said yes to a life of forever with me, Evan and Vinnie have been open to the public about their relationship.

People paid more attention to their dancing than to my stuttering proposal, which is for the best.

"Don't bring the paparazzi here," Vinnie says.

I roll my eyes. "Ha. They're busy following Luke around."

He and Evan shake their head and laugh, then enter their room.

Noah and I are alone in the hallway.

The distance between us narrows. I'm suddenly only conscious of the shape of Noah's lips.

The elevator pings again, and Noah steps away and faces the wall. "We, um, should go."

I know that move.

"Having trouble, Fitzpatrick?"

Noah glares at me, then he sweeps me into his arms.

"What are you doing?"

"It's a threshold, and you're my spouse." Noah fumbles in his right pocket for the keycard, presses it against the pod, then we enter.

I wrap my arms around Noah's neck, as he fumbles with the lights. Rose petals are strewn over the floor, and a tray of Dom Perignon and two crystal glasses sit on the table.

"It's like last time," Noah says happily.

"We should enter every room like this."

Noah chokes back a laugh. "Anniversaries only."

I lift my head up and stare at the ceiling. "We should have a good sixty years of doing this."

"You want me to call room service for some milk, old man?"

"No. I want you to fuck me."

Noah's eyes flare. "That's an excellent idea."

"Super excellent," I say.

Noah flings me onto the bed. I stare down at the black diamond sheets. "They have the same ones."

"Feeling sentimental, babe?"

"Always with you. "

Noah keeps his green eyes fixed on me, then he strips off his suit jacket.

"Sexy, my sweet puck."

Then Noah rips off his tie.

"Hot."

Noah glares at me, then tosses the tie onto the floor. I totally understand why I woke up last time to a clothes-strewn floor.

Noah's long fingers stretches across his broad chest, and he unbuttons his shirt. He moves way too slowly, and I hop off the bed.

"I'll help you!"

Noah glowers, lifts me in his arms which are somehow even more bulky than when we met, but I guess that's the NHL for you, and throws me back onto the bed.

"Rude."

"You have a job," Noah says.

"Oh, yeah?"

"I want to see you naked in five seconds."

That's all it takes. I tear off my clothes, and Noah tears off his clothes, and I wonder if Noah and I did more than snuggle in our sleep on our wedding night.

Well, we can recreate a racy version.

"On your knees," Noah says.

I scramble for the perfect pose, then sense Noah stalk behind me.

He's so sexy. I married the sexiest husband possible.

"Like this?" I ask.

"Nah." Noah flips me onto my back, then climbs up between my legs. "I want to see you."

"Aw." I grin into his dancing eyes, then his lips are upon me, and I wrap my arms around him.

There's probably no chance Noah will flee, but I hold him against me, just in case. His heart beats against mine, and our bodies are soon slick with sweat.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you."

"I mean, I really love you."

He grins.

"Oh, no. I take that back."

"What?"

"I mean, if you're going to stop and stare at me. I mean, we could be kissing."

He dives back into my arms. "Good call."

Then there is much laughter, much love, and finally, much lovemaking.

And it's awesome.

"Forever and ever?" I ask.

"And ever and ever," he rumbles back, and if I didn't decide to kiss him, I totally would still be staring at the ceiling with a blissful expression on my face.

A year ago, I assured myself everything would be fine, but I was wrong. It is fantastic, and I vow to spend the rest of my life showing Noah how happy I am that we ended up married.

I hope you enjoyed spending time with Finn and Noah as much as I did. If you enjoyed the book, please consider leaving a review. The next book, Rule #2: Never Join a Christmas Dating Show releases in December. It's about Luke and Sebastian, the TV host who totally hates jocks, and who would be way too responsible to ever fall in love with the new Mr. Right of his dating show