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“Kennedy?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you,” he breathes. “I love you so damn much. I have from the second I saw you. My soul knew, my heart knew… I fucking love you, and I’ll be gutted when you decide to walk away.”
“Who says I’m walking away?”
“You don’t want a relationship.”
“Dip, we’ve been in a relationship from the start. No matter how I try to define it, I come back to that. I didn’t think I’d want that, but it turns out, I was wrong. I want you, all of you.”
“Fucking hell, woman.”
“I love you too.”
“Say it again,” he demands.
“Ya know, Jenny said something to me a while ago that resonated in the deepest parts of me.”
“Say it again,” he repeats.
I grin. “She said, ‘What if you find exactly what you never knew you wanted’.”
“Kennedy,” he growls. “Say. It. Again.”
I lean into him.
“I love you, Dip. I found you, and I never even knew you were exactly what I wanted.”
Epilogue
DIP
Two years later…
“Are you nervous?”
I look at Snow’s reflection in the mirror next to mine and shake my head.
“Nope. I’ve been waiting for this day way too fucking long.”
“She’s been your ol’ lady for two years, brother,” he says with a chuckle. “A wedding doesn’t change anything but making it legal.”
After we dealt withthat fuck’sbody, Jenny agreed to shut Barlow’s down until we could secure another location. It didn’t take long, which is good because she denied Little Man sex until the location was found. Poor guy went nuts for a whole week and a half.
It would’ve only been a week, but Kennedy begged me to take her back to Rhode Island so she could settle her husband’s estate. She wanted to surprise Jenny with something, but she needed the money first.
Fortunately, Michael’s attorney had been trying to track her down. Turns out, Michael had requested everything be sold upon his death, and all money transferred into an account in Kennedy’s name. All Kennedy had to do was sign, and the money was hers.
While we were there, I asked her if she wanted to see her parents, and she said no. They’ve since both passed away, in a car accident, but she didn’t seem all that bothered by it. As she put it, her past life was finally gone, history.
All we can do is move forward, Dip. Together. I refuse to feel sad about people who never felt sad for me.
We got back to Denver just in the knick of time, too, because Jenny was at the bank, ready to sign on the dotted line for the mortgage when Kennedy barreled in and tore up the contract.
“What the hell, Kennedy,” Jenny cries. “I need to get my business back up and running.”
“I know.” Kennedy pulls an envelope out of her purse and hands it to her friend. “I’d like to be your partner.”
