Epilogue
Quinn, 9 News Headquarters, Miami, Florida
Ellen and Susan hovered like two proud mother hens. I was going live on the anchor desk in fifteen minutes, and they made sure I looked like a movie star for my first day back after my huge promotion.
I loved them. God, how I’d missed them. And Earth. And sanity.
The papers in my lap were still full of information, but now it was local events, politics, and crime, not just meteorological data. I had finally made it to the anchor desk, thanks to my Atlan hottie and one little viral video of Bahre on his knees, pledging himself to me.
“Ten minutes.” The voice coming through the door was familiar. I was back where I wanted to be. Bahre, though, was with me. He had transferred to guard duty at the Interstellar Brides Processing Center he
