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“...Just repeating, Senator Ret Foster has been arrested attempting to flee the country in a private plane… Foster is wanted for questioning over the attempted assassination of his daughter, Stephanie Foster as well as his wife’s death over nine years ago. Federal agencies have also indicted the former Senator, stripped of his office this morning, on charges-”
I flick the channel, making Stephanie howl in protest, but I miss the bit about me.
“It’ll be on another station, trust me,” I drone.
If it’s set up by who I know it was, it'll be on the news all week, guaranteeing I see it.
“Here! See!” I exclaim, hushing her once I find a channel just airing the story.
“Colonel Logan Sloan is being hailed a hero this morning after foiling an assassination attempt on up-and-coming senator, Stephanie Foster. The assassination allegedly orchestrated by her own father, State Senator Ret Foster…”
Stephanie is glued to the screen, shaking her head in disbelief. I gotta hand it to whoever pulls the strings up there. It’s the honorable discharge I deserve, and getting to keep Stephanie?
Well, it’ll never bring Jase back or the others. But she’s the only thing I’ll ever need again, at least those bastards can see that.
I have to jangle my car keys in front of her face to get her attention, knowing the easiest way for us both to find out just what is going on is to head back.
If the mailman tells me I’m done and the news headlines make Stephanie safe and me a hero, I can live with that.
I can live with her, for the rest of my days, knowing that the worst is well and truly behind us.
Once it gels that I mean for us to leave, Stephanie starts to fidget.
“What is it?” I ask, concerned.
“What about breakfast?” she whines, making me smile, especially with the way she presses her legs together when she says it.
She’s absolutely right.
I take her hand firmly in mine, walking her to the bedroom. “It really is the most important meal of the day.”
Epilogue
STEPHANIE
Three Months Later
The charges against my father are dizzying. He’s going to jail forever and I’m redecorating. The first thing to go to is his office.
Although, Logan has kind of talked me into keeping the desk and the house. It was our first real fight, I guess. He wants us here because it’s where we met, and I want his bed by the lake because…
Well just because.
I like breakfast by the lake still, what can I say?
With the stroke of a pen and what felt like an auditorium of lawyers at the time, I became Stephanie Foster, the sole beneficiary to everything I thought belonged to my father that hadn’t been frozen by the government until all the trials were over.
It’s actually a lot, more than I know what to do with, but not having to be a senator anymore is reward enough for me. That and having Logan.
He never did explain what actually happened—how he went from hired assassin to being my rescuer, officially, I mean.
But it’s all more real and permanent so far compared to how I was living before, so I figure he’ll tell me one day.
I still have to remind myself that Logan is different from most people. He doesn’t say anything without a reason and if he leaves some things out, there’s an equally good reason why.
With more skeletons in our closet than we’d like, it actually makes it easier for me to picture a new life for both of us.
Three months have flown by and not too surprisingly, I’ve missed every period since the night I met Logan.
