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I shook my head, laughing before moving forward and wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace. “Nothing. You didn’t say anything, Caleb. I’m so sorry about all of this.”

He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and squeezed affectionately. “Enough with the apologies. I still have my job, you no longer have a stalker. Things are exactly the way they should be.”

I smiled, knowing that he was right. After all of the bullshit and all of the mayhem that occurred over the last few months, it was finally over. I was home, safe, surrounded by friends and family. I had a man who loved me despite my flaws and incessant need to over analyze everything. Things were exactly the way they should be.

Epilogue

One Month Later

I unpacked the last box and then pumped my fists in the air as I kicked shut the bottom drawer of our dresser. In our bedroom. In our house. I smiled and twirled in a circle before jumping up and down. It took nearly a month for me to be completely moved in. Going back to New York to pack up my apartment had been bittersweet but I was focusing on the road ahead. The new road that involved an incredible job that I loved and a live-in boyfriend. A beautiful road with no dead ends, only speed bumps and road head - that I did for the first time last week, by the way. A little bumpy but not so bad.

It’s official. I’m all moved in and you're stuck with me.

Knox was back at work after finally getting the green light from his doctor. He still had restrictions and had to take things slow, so Alex was still helping him out at the gym a few days a week. But I had to admit my boyfriend’s mood had greatly improved since he was allowed back in the gym.

Truthfully, his mood started to improve after we finally had sex. We had to wait a month. A whole month. That was like an eternity for us.

I was walking back into the kitchen when my phone vibrated.

About damn time.

Aw, did you think I was going to up and leave?

Nah. Plus, you know damn well I’d come after you, throw you over my shoulder caveman style and bring you home.

I smiled and chewed my thumbnail. Things were good now, for the most part. I was in a good place with Logan, who seemed to be Knox’s best friend now, and things had gone right back to normal with my folks, meaning my father was working all the time and my mother was still devouring wine by the bottle when she wasn’t parading around town. My only concern was Robbie. After what happened he spent a while beating himself up thinking that he could have prevented it somehow. He said it never would have happened if he’d stayed behind with Van Sant. He and Simone seemed to be keeping a distance and I wondered how I could concoct a plan to get them a little closer. Maybe a house warming party? Or a end of summer party!

After all, I was a mildly successful party planner.

I wanted out of Port James when I was younger. I wanted to go o

ut and experience life on my own and while that was all well and good it was true that there’s no place like home. I ran away from Port James and then I ran away from New York. I’d spent so much time running that sometimes I forgot to stop and enjoy the view. Enjoy my successes and learn from my failures, take it all in.

I was done running. It was time to slow down, settle down and take things one day at a time. There was no longer an urgency to my actions, and as my boyfriend walked through the front door wearing exhaustion and a wide grin, I couldn’t help but smile back. Slowly.

“Beautiful,” Knox dropped his bag and moved toward me, pressing his lips against mine in a hard kiss, slipping his tongue in my mouth and hoisting me up on the counter.

I laughed, my ankles instinctively locking around his waist and pulling him against me. “Hi to you, too. Slow down, will ya?”

He arched a brow and then leaned in, trailing kisses down my neck. “Why slow? I thought you liked it fast.”

I smirked and then grabbed his face between my hands, pulling him back to look me in the eye. “Because,” I said finally. “We have all the time in the world.”

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