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“You can’t ever leave me again. I’m assuming there aren’t any other secrets?”
“No other debts to collect,” I assure him.
He stares at my lips like they’re fascinating, still cupping my chin as he starts backing me toward my room. I guess he’s been getting familiar with the home.
“Where’s my cat?” I ask, which sounds stupid.
“I was surprised you had a pet,” he says, amused as he dodges my question.
“Did he run out?”
“No,” he says, smiling broader. “He’s probably purring away with-“
“Oh, good. You’re here.” Hadley’s voice has me snapping my head around as she walks out of my room, holding a purring Bennett in her arms. “Your cat has bald spots that are confusing me.”
“What are you doing here?” I ask, shocked.
She shrugs, inspecting Bennett’s ugly coat that is gradually getting better.
“Where else would I be? Now about your cat… What’s wrong with him?”
“He was a stray and had something stuck in his fur. Jake shaved off the glue-like stuff about two weeks ago when we found him.”
She rolls her eyes. “Speaking of Jake, where is he?”
“He’s the bum with his arm over his face who is sleeping on the beach.”
Hadley grins at us and puts Bennett down as she skips toward the door. I hope Jake is prepared to be surprised. I also hope she wasn’t just a fling to him, since she’s sort of in Greece right now.
“Back to where we were,” Logan says, turning my face back to meet his. “I had Hadley do a search of a list of surnames. I knew you wouldn’t change your first name. Lana Vorhees was pretty obvious, considering I watched Friday the Thirteenth all the time when I was a kid.”
I smile like an idiot for no reason at all.
“Me too.”
He brushes his lips over mine again, still backing us toward my room.
“Then it was even more obvious when I saw Jake Vlad listed under this address as well. Not sure that Vlad is the best name for him.”
“He used to dress up as Vlad the Impaler every Halloween when we were kids,” I explain, still smiling.
We’re so morbid.
“I picked a little less obvious name,” he says with a shrug.
“Oh?”
“White,” he says, shrugging while smirking.
“As in Carrie White?”
He nods slowly, still backing me toward the room until my legs finally hit the bed. In one motion, he bends and tosses me to the bed, and I squeal like a little girl.
He comes down on top of me, and I giggle like an idiot, smiling up at him as he kisses the tip of my nose.
“So this is real. You and me. We’re actually going to get to be together?”
“Not possible for you to get rid of me,” he says, kissing my lips.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” I moan as his lips start trailing down my neck.
He leans up on his elbows as I start stripping. He watches me, but finally he decides to shed his clothes too. As soon as we’re both bare, he settles between my legs, but he stares into my eyes while pushing a piece of hair away from my face.
“I decided if I could choose anywhere in the world to be, it’d be wherever you were,” he says before he kisses me, silencing whatever girly, swoony thing that would have come out of my mouth.
And I kiss him back with everything in me as he thrusts inside me, filling me so completely that every nerve in my body feels electrified.
“I love you,” I whisper across his lips.
“I love you, Lana Vorhees,” he says, grinning.
It’s our own twisted version of perfection.
EPILOGUE Three years later…
LOGAN Lana is laughing with Hadley as they read Laurel’s latest letter. Lindy May sends all of Laurel’s letters to Olivia. And Olivia sends them to a home in Greece that Lana owns, but we don’t ever stay there.
Laurel has turned into a fun, witty girl who has managed to put her past behind her and move forward. Lindy has given her all the tools to do that, and she’s finally moved on herself in her quest to save Laurel.
Her ex-husband killed himself a little over two years ago. Lana and Jake broke out the champagne to celebrate, since they’d apparently driven him to that.
Olivia also writes, telling them about Cheyenne and Alyssa, who both still live with her. No one ever suspected Olivia after I put a round of bullets in Christopher Denver.
Diana Barnes went to live closer to her son. He bought her a home, and she’s finally able to enjoy her life without the past hanging over her like a daunting shadow. She thinks Lana died in that explosion, and Lana says it’s best if she believes that.
I check in on my team from time to time, using a burner phone to contact Leonard. He assures me that no one on our team is looking for me. Most everyone thinks I snapped. He’s the only one still there who knows the truth.
He said Craig is just happy that he’s officially the prettiest face in the unit.
But I know what I did still weighs heavily on all of them, because they’re worried it could be them one day. They just don’t understand how unlikely that is. And it’s not like I can tell them.
Jake walks down the stairs in just a towel. It’d be nice to not share a house with him and Hadley, but this home is massive, and I’d never tear Lana away from her best friend after all they’ve been through.
Besides, I sleep peacefully at night, more so than ever. Our house is the most dangerous place in the world to try and break into because of the four of us.
A guy walks down the stairs, also wearing a towel, and Hadley whistles at him as she stands and struts from the dining room, her hair mussed and her clothes disheveled.
“Glad you two finally finished up. I couldn’t go another round,” she tells Jake as he tugs her to him, nipping her lips with his teeth as he grins.
“You still have to go another round with just me tonight,” he says. “And next week, you get to pick who joins us.”
She beams like he just offered her Christmas. Personally, I don’t get it. I’d fucking kill someone if they touched Lana, and there’s no doubt she’d cut someone to pieces if they touched me.
Literally.
But Jake and Hadley are both bisexual, and though they’d never cheat on each other, they do include select individuals in their bedroom on occasion.
Twice a month to be more precise. Trust me, I know more about Hadley’s sex life than I ever wanted to.
“I want a girl,” she says as the guy they spent the night with goes to the fridge, making himself at home.
“Deal,” Jake tells her, and she grins again while I carefully maneuver my way out of the threesome afterglow.
Lana is holding back a laugh when I near her, because she knows I hate hearing all the gritty details Jake and Hadley love to share.
She takes my hand, and I pull her up, my thumb brushing the red ruby on her ring finger.
“You ready, Mrs. White?” I ask her, waggling my eyebrows.
“I’ve just been waiting on you.”
“As of now, I can’t wait to get out of this house and out on the boat.”
She laughs again as I practically drag her away from the house. Her leg is completely healed now. She walks with no limp, and she’s back to taking classes-kickboxing classes to be exact. Though I think it’d be smarter for her to actually teach the classes, since she’s a little too good to still be a student.
Her fingers thread with mine, and I drink my beer as we walk down the beach, heading to where the boat awaits us.
This has been our life for the last three years. I had no idea how much I was missing out on. Life is pretty damn good when you take the time to live it.