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“You’re goddamn right I do,” I told her, locking my eyes to hers.
She was pure beauty, perfection, a dream girl I hadn’t even known I’d wanted who’d burst into my life like magic, and I’d be damned if I was ever going to let her go.
“I love you too,” she told me, setting my heart on fire.
“Thank God for my fucked up back,” I laughed. “Or I never would have met you.”
“Come on,” she smiled. “Let’s watch this psycho bitch get arrested!”
Epilogue
Kylie
“I am so proud of you guys,” I said as I smiled at my girls. “Sara, Mrs. Thompson called again to tell me how helpful you’ve been with her shoulders and, Tiff, Jeffery says he only wants you to help him with his hamstrings.”
“She’s so sweet,” Sara smiled. “She sent a thank you letter to my apartment!”
“Why hasn’t Jeff given me something?” Tiff pretend-whined. “How come you’re the only one with an awesome, rich boyfriend?”
“Lucky I guess,” I shrugged with a smile. “But remember, Tiff. This studio is not for meeting men.”
“Oh, you’re one to talk!” she laughed.
“I’m the exception. So unless your true love walks in the door like mine did, the rule still stands.”
And that was the truth!
After everything went down with Devaney and her friend (whose name turned out to be Beverly, which I thought sounded like a sinister duo), Trent told the cops about what was going on with Becca and how she was trying to ruin my massage studio with false allegations.
It turned out that one of the officers had a buddy up in Boston who he’d contacted, and instead of waiting around for Becca to pay off people to lie for her or fabricate evidence, the Boston PD went and looked into her first, spoke to some of my former customers, and did a full investigation on my behalf. And what did they find?
No wrongdoing.
Of course.
So now, on top of Devaney facing charges for stalking, blackmail, and extortion, Becca was also facing charges of slander, fabricating evidence, coercion, and some other things on top of that. We also had restraining orders against both of them.
How’s that for poetic justice?
As it turned out, my fears about Becca’s rumors spreading around town had been a bit unwarranted. The word hadn’t gotten out at all beyond the few clients I’d had that she’d contacted and the police, who now knew the truth.
With that behind me, I did what I had planned on doing all along; I expanded my business to a second location, hired a bunch of new girls, and was absolutely killing it. And so was my fiancé.
That’s right. My fiancé.
He’d proposed to me the evening we found out he and the Patriots were heading for the Super Bowl. I’d been at the game, as I always was, when they beat the Bills, and instead of heading back into the locker room, he’d sent Alfred up into the stands to get me and brought me right out onto the field where he proposed.
Those words would be forever imprinted in my mind.
“Kylie Johnson, you are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met in my life. Meeting you was a miracle, and I knew right away that you were the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with. You’re beautiful, smart, sassy, and filled with life and joy, and I never want to be away from you. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”
I’d burst into tears and said yes before he even had a chance to show me the ring.
“If true love gets me one of those,” Tiff said, snapping me back to the moment. “I’ll fall in love with anybody with six zeroes in their bank account!”
She was eyeing my engagement ring, a gorgeous pink diamond sparkling on my finger.
“I’d love Trent if he’d given me a Ring Pop, Tiff,” I replied. “Love isn’t about money.”
