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“Oh, Rhys.”

“I love you.” The words slip from my lips, but I don’t want to take them back because I realize now that’s how I feel about this gorgeous woman.

Her eyes widen. “You—you didn’t just say that?”

“I did.”

A tear trickles down her beautiful face and she shakes her head, as if she’s unwilling to believe me.

“Keira Weatherly. I. Love. You.” I leave no room for misinterpretation.

“You do?”

“My love for you is crazy. You’re my everything. If I wasn’t sure about it before leaving LA, being away from you affirmed what I knew inmy heart.”

“You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me,” she says with a sob.

I kiss away her tears.

She nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck.

“I love you so much, Rhys.” Her confession comes out muffled.

“You can’t say something like that and not look me in the eye.”

She laughs a little.

She lifts her gaze to mine. “I love you, Rhys Hartford,” she says. “I never thought––” She hiccups. “I never thought we’d get to this point.” She pauses. “When the accident happened, I begged Shane to tell you how much I loved you in case I didn’t make it. He refused my request at first, but I wouldn’t shut up until he promised. I didn’t want to die without you knowing I’d loved you for most of my life.”

“Shhh…” I press my lips to her forehead. “I’m glad Shane never told me. He didn’t have to.Youget to tell me.”

“I love you,” she says. “I no longer have to hide my feelings for you. You’re the one. It’s always been you, Rhys.”

“What a declaration, dimples.”

“It’s been trapped inside me for years, percolating. That’s why it came out with as much gushing force as a geyser.” She laughs and cries, all the while dropping kisses all over my face. “You own my heart, Rhys.”

“Oh, Keira, I fucking love you.”

Epilogue 1

Keira

Sixteen months later

Ihave a front row seat to history in the making, and from the looks of it, World War III might erupt anytime soon.

“You faulted on thebariolage,” Tomas his music partner.

“I did not,” Anders says.

This competitive banter has been going on for a while.

Even from down here, it’s clear Anders seems pissed off. At least, I think he is. You never know with these two. Tomas Lazovic and Anders Benkovic love to razz each other. The Cello2Cello guys play so well together because they have insane synergy… unless they’re arguing, like they are now.

“Anders, you totally did,” Tomas says. “This is rock, not baroque. Pick up the pace, mate. Maybe a little more headbanging as well.”

“Fuck off, Tomas,” Anders says.