Our eyes meet and I can see he believes I do.
But I shake my head. “No, I’m afraid I don’t.”
He shrugged. “Pity. Wouldn’t mind shaking the hand of the man who handed those two pricks their asses.”
We share a knowing nod before Lauren and I leave his office and step outside.
Once out on the front steps of the post office, I don’t waste another second, I lift the love of my life up in my arms and kiss her madly in the sunlight. She laughs and wraps her legs around me, and we stand there in the middle of Main Street, kissing like we’ve just won the lottery.
Because we have.
Epilogue
AXEL
Four Years Later
My cock slides into the soft, dewy folds of her body and I release a drawn-out groan. It’s been four years since she came into my life, and I will never grow tired of waking up to this.
Her long legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper, and I sink my mouth to hers, lost in the ecstasy. Lost in my body driving hard and deep into her body.
But I’m not fucking her.
I’m making love to her.
My wife.
My mountain queen.
We come together, moaning into the soft morning light and panting as we drift down from our highs. Feeling relaxed, I pull her to my chest and press a kiss into her hair.
Nope.
I will never grow tired of waking up to this.
To her.
I sigh contently, engulfed in feelings of warmth and happiness. Then, hearing the sound of little feet running along the hallway, a smile breaks across my face.
But it’s not just one pair of little feet.
It’s two pairs.
Twins.
Our son and our daughter.
Three years old, and too adorable for words.
Conceived the night Lauren chose me over her old life.
They burst into our room and charge for our bed, two little munchkins dressed in onesies, giggling as they fall all over us before settling in between us among the pillows.
I sit back on my heels and kiss the swell of my queen’s round belly. In a matter of months, our mountain paradise will know the sound of another baby.
A girl.
And I hope she looks just like her mama.
I smile contently because I have everything. And I fiercely look after what I have.
I protect it.
Cherish it.
We live a good life. Simple but rich with love and peace and family. Our home is filled with warmth. With the cheeky giggles of our children. With the tender moans of lovers who never go to bed on an argument, or turn away from a kiss.
Our life is everything I ever wanted, but one I never dared to dream of.
Things couldn’t have worked out better.
For us.
For Vince, it was a different story. He escaped a jail term since his plans to have Lauren kidnapped was never able to be brought to justice. But his later involvement in a Ponzi scheme saw him get sent to prison for several years.
Lauren’s father visited us on the mountain once. A few weeks after the kidnapping. His eyes had swept over the cabin, over me, and then to my surprise he had shaken my hand.
“I’ve only ever wanted her to be happy,” he said. “And if this is it . . . well, that’s all that matters.”
It was the only time he came to the mountain. He died the following spring, missing our wedding six weeks later. Lauren came into her inheritance, but it didn’t change our lives. We had our own little paradise right there on Mirror Lake Mountain, and both of us knew we didn’t need anything from our past lives to complete it. Although, Lauren did insist on getting the Internet installed. And a television. Not that we spend a lot of time watching it, especially when our babies are in bed asleep. Because that’s when I get to worship my wife’s body well into the night.
With the arrival of two babies, I built a second wing onto our cabin, adding an extra four bedrooms, all of which I hope we fill with more children. My girl wants a big family.
And what my girl wants, my girl will get.
As far as I know, Lauren never looks back. She says she is more at home on the mountain than anywhere else, and her beautiful smile is never far from her face. She spends her days raising our babies and working on her flourishing essential oil business.
When she decided to try her hand at making her own oils and tinctures, I built her a garden, and when her business grew and she needed more plants, I built her a bigger garden.
Now she ships her potions all over the country.
Me. I work as a security consultant for high-profile clients. It’s interesting work and I get to meet some interesting people. But the best part is not having to be away from my family for very long. If I do have to spend some time away, my heart always overflows with gratitude when I return to the mountain and see my family waiting for me.
I’m just so damn content, it almost feels too good to be true.
But it’s not.
Because this is life.
And life can be truly amazing.
THE END
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Penny Dee writes contemporary romance about rock stars, bikers, hockey players and everyone in-between. Her stories bring the suspense, the feels and a whole lot of heat.
She found her happily ever after with an Australian hottie who she met on a blind date.