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They were just two broken people, with jagged edges and sharp ridges, pieced together to make something whole—bound by the bonds of the truest love.
Epilogue
Another 8 months later
Belle
The spring breeze blew lightly against Belle’s skin as the sunshine warmed her, reminding her of TJ. She sipped her iced coffee and walked out to the back porch of the large house she and Bently had bought right after they were married. Her heart squeezed with a pang of sadness. She inhaled long and deep as she set the cup on the patio table. “My husband. My family. My friends.” The three things she was most grateful for.
“What, Aunty Belle?” Zoey asked from her side.
Belle turned and gasped.
Big gray almond-shaped eyes looked up at her guiltily. The little girl was covered in mud from head to toe.
“I gots the garden watered.” She smiled, her white teeth standing out even more against the brown splotches all over her face.
Did she take a mud bath?
Belle burst out laughing and Zoey’s sweet giggles were not far behind. “You certainly did. Looks like you need a shower.” Belle reached out and picked up a piece of dark hair caked in mud.
“I made a mud pie. Do you want some?” Zoey asked.
“Mmmm. Sounds delicious.”
“What does?” Bently’s deep voice asked from behind. She turned around, her heart stuttering at the sight of those brilliant blue eyes, amused and hungry and aimed at her. His uniform fit snugly showing off hard-earned muscles. He’d shaven his beard that he’d kept for the winter, leaving dark, rough stubble. She squeezed her thighs together, the rashes he’d left from said scruff tingling.
Will I ever get enough of my husband?
No.
“Uncle Bently! Do you want a mud pie?” Zoey asked, holding out a glob of dark brown sludge.
Bently wrapped his arms around Belle and kissed her cheek. “Hmm. That looks mighty tasty. You know what I really love?”
“What?” Zoey asked.
“Mud cupcakes. Those are my favorite.” Bently smiled.
“Oh! Great idea. I do it!” Zoey got to work, busily plopping mud in smaller piles on the green grass.
“I missed you,” Bently said next to Belle’s ear, his hot breath tickling the fine hair on her neck.
“Same here, Sheriff.”
His hands dropped to her waist, pulling her tighter against him as he peppered kisses down her neck, his scratchy chin making heat pool in her center. The tiniest whimper escaped from her.
He chuckled.
“Stop. Your niece is right over there.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just saying hello to my wife.” Bently’s deep voice reverberated through her.
“You know exactly what you’re doing.” He knew her body better than she did. He’d spent countless hours mapping every pleasure point.
“It’s all done!” Zoey proclaimed excitedly. She held out a small clump in her hand towards him.
“Yum!” Bently accepted the handful from her before bringing it to his lips.
