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He's right. I'm not. I don't know how I managed to get off so lightly. Cattle can be deadly. I not only escaped without any major issues—knock on wood—I also got the best present of all.
Col.
And from this day on, I know with every bit of me that he's in it for the long haul.
"What are you thinking?" he asks.
"About you."
He makes a show of peering down the bed. "But you're not tenting?"
"Oh god. Do you think my dick is broken?"
"I'm sure your dick is fine. And even if it weren't, it wouldn't matter to me."
"I know." I swallow, then take a moment before saying, "Thank you for getting on that plane. I know how hard it must've been for you. And to make it up to you, I promise, I swear on my fucking life, I willneverdoubt you again."
Col aims that winning smile at me. "Then it was all worth it. Your trust means everything to me. I know we're going torun into problems. Every couple does. But know that I will do everything I can to never break your trust in me."
"I know that. I do. And I'm sorry I ever doubted you. It was all my stuff, not you."
"I get that. We'll get through this, and whatever else life throws at us, together."
"We sure fucking will."
He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. "I love you, Wilby."
"I love you, Cap."
EPILOGUE 1
One year later…
Col
"Lemonade?" Brant looks at Polly with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "That'syour secret ingredient?"
"Well, it's not a secret anymore," she replies with a laugh as she continues stirring the batter.
"She's teasing," Wilby interjects, looking between Dad, Brant, and me as he explains, "We've all known about her lemonade hack forever."
I relax into a smile and look around, loving having all the people I love here.
And byall the people I loveI mean Dad, Brant, Polly, Kolby, Bridge, Emma, Katrina, and some guy who likes to randomly walk through city streets singing shirtless.
And byhereI mean the kitchen of the house I share with said singing shirtless guy. Jeez, I wouldn't want to say that three times in a row.
It's still funny to think of this place as ours as opposed to his, but after we left the hospital in Brisbane, we moved into Wilby's house.
Katrina is back. The three-month stint at rehab worked. She's in the big house with the kids, and since her work at the farm is no longer an option, she's doing an online marketing degree.
Polly's still in her cottage, while Emma has left her place and moved to Scuttlebutt to work on growing her mechanics business.
And Wilby and I have spent the past year making this cottage our own. And fucking. Working. Hanging out with the kids. Fucking. Eating. Fucking. And more fucking.
Think I'm sex obsessed? After his accident, Wilby had to do some intensive physio that severely restricted his physical activities. We could do some stuff, but sex without movement is like…sex without sound. Once you've crossed over, you can't go back.
I'm still so thankful he wasn't seriously injured. Apart from some bruising, he had one bulging disk, which was remedied with therapy and pain killers. He's good as new now, which is a good thing, because he needs all the strength he can get for our epic sex marathons.
