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More importantly, I trust him. I trust him with my whole life.
And I know it will be one wild, fun, ridiculous ride. I can’t wait.
EPILOGUE
Buck
One year later
Grace wanted a small wedding, but I knew she was just saying that because she didn’t want me spending too much money.
I insist on spoiling her rotten every chance I get. I made that promise when we began dating, and I’m living up to that promise. Starting with our house.
I took her suggestion to heart and bought the Paget Mansion from the company. Wade and Harley were dumbstruck about it. But at the end of the day, they both made their money back and plenty on top of it.
Then, I let Grace loose on the interior. The house is the showplace of the entire town now, almost rivaling that of Maya and Doyle’s. We’ve lived together for a year in that house, which suits us perfectly. We combined our family album photos and placed them everywhere around the house. To Grace’s credit, she also took the old photo of my unit from Afghanistan, blew it up, framed it, and hung it on the wall in the hallway. Every time I walk past it, I remember how much she loves me. She always does small kindnesses like that.
This year, we hosted our first Thanksgiving, with Grace’s parents flying out from Arizona to meet me and the rest of the family. The only thing that would improve the holidays would be the echoes of children, cousins, and their little friends running up and down the stairs.
I wish Wade and Harley would hurry up and settle down already, but they don’t seem to be in any hurry. As for Grace and I, I think she’s an old-fashioned girl and simply wants to wait to get married until after we’ve officially tied the knot.
Grace hasn’t slowed down one bit, jumping from the Paget Mansion project right to the next one. Our sister Susan is kicking herself for passing up the opportunity to work on our projects in Fate. Grace is the definition of her name, and will often bring Susan along to help with other Wood Bros. projects around town. The two of them work incredibly well together. Every house they staged together has sold at market or above.
Today, one year since the day we had our first date, I’m marrying Grace in the old mansion’s half-acre backyard under the stars.
“You ready, brother?” Wade asks, rubbing his palms together in the library while Susan fixes my tie.
I shoot him a smirk. “As long the three of us are unanimous.”
Over at the bar cart, pouring four shots of whiskey, Harley snorts.
Wade rolls his eyes. “When are you going to let me live that down?”
“Never,” I say, grinning.
I’m glad the guys, especially Wade, finally pulled the cob out of their asses and decided to accept Grace as part of the team. Wade apologized for that “probationary test” stunt, and Grace forgave him because she is who she is.
Mom and Dad barge in from the hallway while Harley passes around the whiskeys.
“I hope you saved some for us!” Mom exclaims.
“Boozy hussy,” Dad says, winking. “What am I gonna do with her?” Mom scoffs and slaps Dad on the chest.
“You look good, Dad.”
Dad looks me up and down and grunts. “You look like a jarhead,” he jokes about my dress uniform. “That’s Captain Jarhead to you,” I remind him, and everyone laughs.
Wade lifts his shot glass and gives a toast, and we all clink our glasses and shoot them down.
As I’m tossing back my bourbon, a familiar voice from a distant time and place has me frozen to the spot.
“Got any of that left for Timber?”
I swing around to face the door, and to my complete shock, there stands my sergeant.
“Sir,” he adds, saluting.
I can’t move, I can’t talk. Not sure if I’m breathing. Following Timber into the room comes five more guys.
