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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?”