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Lana is laughing with Hadley as they read Laurel’s latest letter. Lindy May sends all of Laurel’s letters to Olivia. And Olivia sends them to a home in Greece that Lana owns, but we don’t ever stay there.
Laurel has turned into a fun, witty girl who has managed to put her past behind her and move forward. Lindy has given her all the tools to do that, and she’s finally moved on herself in her quest to save Laurel.
Her ex-husband killed himself a little over two years ago. Lana and Jake broke out the champagne to celebrate, since they’d apparently driven him to that.
Olivia also writes, telling them about Cheyenne and Alyssa, who both still live with her. No one ever suspected Olivia after I put a round of bullets in Christopher Denver.
Diana Barnes went to live closer to her son. He bought her a home, and she’s finally able to enjoy her life without the past hanging over her like a daunting shadow. She thinks Lana died in that explosion, and Lana says it’s best if she believes that.
I check in on my team from time to time, using a burner phone to contact Leonard. He assures me that no one on our team is looking for me. Most everyone thinks I snapped. He’s the only one still there who knows the truth.
He said Craig is just happy that he’s officially the prettiest face in the unit.
But I know what I did still weighs heavily on all of them, because they’re worried it could be them one day. They just don’t understand how unlikely that is. And it’s not like I can tell them.
Jake walks down the stairs in just a towel. It’d be nice to not share a house with him and Hadley, but this home is massive, and I’d never tear Lana away from her best friend after all they’ve been through.
Besides, I sleep peacefully at night, more so than ever. Our house is the most dangerous place in the world to try and break into because of the four of us.
A guy walks down the stairs, also wearing a towel, and Hadley whistles at him as she stands and struts from the dining room, her hair mussed and her clothes disheveled.
“Glad you two finally finished up. I couldn’t go another round,” she tells Jake as he tugs her to him, nipping her lips with his teeth as he grins.
“You still have to go another round with just me tonight,” he says. “And next week, you get to pick who joins us.”
She beams like he just offered her Christmas. Personally, I don’t get it. I’d fucking kill someone if they touched Lana, and there’s no doubt she’d cut someone to pieces if they touched me.
Literally.
But Jake and Hadley are both bisexual, and though they’d never cheat on each other, they do include select individuals in their bedroom on occasion.
Twice a month to be more precise. Trust me, I know more about Hadley’s sex life than I ever wanted to.
“I want a girl,” she says as the guy they spent the night with goes to the fridge, making himself at home.
“Deal,” Jake tells her, and she grins again while I carefully maneuver my way out of the threesome afterglow.
Lana is holding back a laugh when I near her, because she knows I hate hearing all the gritty details Jake and Hadley love to share.
She takes my hand, and I pull her up, my thumb brushing the red ruby on her ring finger.
“You ready, Mrs. White?” I ask her, waggling my eyebrows.
“I’ve just been waiting on you.”
“As of now, I can’t wait to get out of this house and out on the boat.”
She laughs again as I practically drag her away from the house. Her leg is completely healed now. She walks with no limp, and she’s back to taking classes—kickboxing classes to be exact. Though I think it’d be smarter for her to actually teach the classes, since she’s a little too good to still be a student.
Her fingers thread with mine, and I drink my beer as we walk down the beach, heading to where the boat awaits us.
This has been our life for the last three years. I had no idea how much I was missing out on. Life is pretty damn good when you take the time to live it.
Most importantly, we dance every night.
Hadley and I took over the online site for Lana and Jake, since they started another internet business that needed their attention. Lana outsourced the appraisal jobs to some trusted people who needed the extra income.
Five years ago, I never pictured myself leaving the Bureau and spending my days with a semi-retired serial killer, while walking the beaches of Greece. I never pictured me sharing a house with another couple. I never pictured anything at all about my life as it is today.
