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6 months later…
I’ll never understand God’s Plan. I stopped trying a long time ago.
Is Callisto my soul mate? Absolutely.
Would I change things if I could? Not a chance.
Were Reid and I just a means to an end? I don’t believe that.
Reid Landry was my first love, and a piece of my heart will always belong to him. His death, though tragic and brutal, was the fire that molded a clueless, sheltered young girl into a strong, independent woman. A woman capable of loving a strong, confident man.
My passion to help people still drives me. I found a wonderful partner, and my clinic is thriving. It’s even been called “a compassionate approach to health care.” But the best part is that I now get to spend all of my nights and weekends with Callisto.
His dedication and generosity toward the veteran’s home has sparked a desire in me to also give back. I’ve decided to use Reid’s insurance money to help military families who have lost their loved ones but can’t afford the expense of giving them a proper burial or can’t afford to fly their lost loved ones to be laid at rest at home. Everyone deserves the chance to say goodbye. It’s a long, drawn out paperwork process, but Judge Landry has offered to help and is actually proud of how his son’s memory will carry on.
Carlos listed his liquor store on the market. Too many bad memories there. And Callisto took his father’s place at the restaurant. I suppose this is a step in the direction of him taking Carlos’s place in other things as well, but just like in the beginning, he doesn’t discuss those things with me, and I don’t push.
I listed my house as well and have currently moved in with Cal. Maybe one day we’ll get a place of our own. But for now, we’re content with dinner on the terrace under the glow of the city lights and late nights in the bedroom under the glow of his impressive fireplace. Sometimes I lie in bed, curled up snugly against his warm body, and I think maybe we do have guardian angels. Maybe Callisto’s mother did send me to the store that night.
Lamborghini man must have read Callisto’s message loud and clear because he hasn’t done so much as set foot in the city since the night I was abducted. I can’t say I blame him. My man can be pretty intimidating.
I used to think grief was about was about being sad. It was something that followed you around, forcing you to fight your way through it in order to reach the other side—the non-grief side. But I’m learning there is no other side. There is only finding peace with the side you’ve been forced to live on. Grief isn’t a stepping-stone or a task to be completed. It’s just something you endure.
I will endure what’s been handed to me. I will embrace it. And even though there will be days when I have to remind Callisto that I love him and probably always have, days where I find myself looking over my shoulder when I hear a car door slam, and days when I feel like I’ve been given much more than I deserve, I am thankful for the grief. Because it gave me new sight. It helped me… find me.
Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be home with dinner soon.
That’s what his text said. I smile to myself as I set my keys on the bar. I know Callisto’s idea of comfortable. It’s pretty much me, black lace, and heels waiting for him on the sofa.
I live to see the look on his face every time he walks through the door and sees me sitting there. Legs crossed, wine in hand, waiting for him. Sometimes, when I’m feeling really sexy, I put on bold red lipstick and soft music. He says he loves the way the lipstick stains his cock. And I love hearing those words come out of his filthy mouth.
I’m always amazed at how my body reacts to the simple thought of him.
I walk through the living room and down the hall to our bedroom.
Our bedroom.
The familiar sound of sirens echoes in the streets below as I flip on the light and get ready to make myself comfortable.
As I’m walking past the bed, I spot something lying on the bright white comforter. At first, I think it’s his subtle hint at what he wants me to wear tonight, but once I get closer, I see it’s a red bikini. And a deck of cards.
What are you thinking, Mr. Suppato?
Next to the cards is an envelope with my name on it. Written in his perfectly sophisticated script. Inside the envelope is a plain white card with a simple message:
“Care to place a bet on how long you can keep this on?”
The smile on my face widens as his confident hands gently grip my shoulders.
“I see you found my surprise,” Callisto says against the back of my neck. My hair is pulled into a messy bun, leaving the delicate skin exposed for him, and his breath sends a delicious chill up my spine.
“We don’t have a pool.”
“Who says you’ll be wearing it here?”
My first thought is that he plans on taking me back to Tahiti. I could definitely go for a few days in paradise. With him. It’s no surprise there’s an element of mystery in his words. Everything about this man is mysterious. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life exploring every inch of him, inside and out.
the end
