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Epilogue
Emma
Three months later
Colton’s club was, thankfully, doing really well.
He wasn’t here enough, though—two weeks here, two in Miami.
I didn’t complain, but… God, I wanted more.
But everything was good. I loved my job. I loved having Colton stay with me when he was in New York, and I loved our phone and video calls when he was away.
I found that I really loved video chatting naked.
And so did Colton.
But we were both definitely happier when we were together.
I walked in through the back entrance of the new club. He’d asked me to meet him there before they opened; usually, he’d have ordered dinner for us, and we would hang out before I went home.
I wasn’t expecting the flowers on the table when I walked in.
And I wasn’t expecting the candles, either.
It was romantic.
Really romantic.
I looked at Colton and smiled, raising my eyebrows. “Wow. This is really nice. What’d you do wrong?”
He laughed. “I didn’t do anything, actually. This isn’t an apology dinner. It’s a celebration.”
“A celebration? Of what?”
“Well… you’re past your ninety days at the library.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Hardly something to celebrate, but I’ll take it.”
I sat down.
He’d ordered dinner from Saffron. I always ordered the same seafood pasta from there, and he’d gotten it for me. Extra pesto, just the way I liked it.
He was a pretty great boyfriend. We hated the distance, but he always made sure his time in New York made up for it.
“Thank you. This is great. I was thinking about this pasta today, actually.”
“Were you? Maybe I’m psychic.” He grinned and sat down to his own dinner.
I rolled my eyes. “Please. If you were psychic, you wouldn’t have had to find Marilyn to get a hold of me again.”
“True. But you never know. Maybe my powers are just kicking in.”
Laughing, I shook my head and reached for my fork.
Colton held up one hand. “Hang on one sec.”
“Okay?” I looked up. “What’s up?”
