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“I love you too.”
“Let’s go to the tree house.”
And they did. They made love, and talked about the future. Talked about bringing Soriya here.
“I want to make a life so very different than the one that I lived before.”
“It will be easy,” she said, tracing her fingers down his chest. “Because we have love.”
And he realized, right along with her, that that was the truth of it. That love was the truth of everything. It was what changed hearts, and healed pain. It was what made living worth it.
It was a riot in her soul. And she had made a new meaning for her name. And they had made a new meaning for their lives.
And she knew without a doubt, that here at Angkor Wat, she had found herself.
With him.
Riot Phillips had finally done something spontaneous, and though the road after hadn’t been smooth, it had turned out very, very well.
EPILOGUE
THEREWASNOTHINGKrav loved more than watching his children run over the ruins. They were at the tree house, for the summer holidays. It was hot, but everyone was happy. They were tired after a long day spent exploring the mountains, but the children were still running at full speed.
Soriya was lounging on one of the walls, reading a book, for she was eleven and terminally unimpressed with everything.
But she did love stories.
“You know,” he said. “I met your mother here.”
Soriya lifted her head. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
He exchanged a look with Riot across the space. He knew they would have to tell a heavily revised version, that didn’t include the fact that they had gone to bed together moments after meeting.
“I saw him,” she said. “And I knew he was my fate.”
“And how did you know that?”
They exchanged another glance, this one decidedly hot. And he knew they would be spending a long and blissful night in each other’s arms. As they had ever since he’d let go of his fear to have her love instead.
“We had the blessing of the rain,” he said.
And just like magic, the clouds opened up. And rain began to fall. Hard and cleansing, and perfect. Their four children scattered, and they all ran to the tree house, shivering in the living room and drinking tea, just as he and Riot had done that first night.
“Was that fate?” Soriya asked, wiping raindrops from her forehead, and shaking out her book.
Krav put his arm around Riot and held her close to him. “Yes, yes I do think so. I believe that with us, it always is.”
