EpilogueTanzie“I love you,” I say, moaning as the sweet wine coats my tongue. “This is so f*****g good.”
“Easy to please,” he says, sipping his own wine. “And a cheap date.”
“Who you callin’ cheap, brother?” she asks, laughing.
We’re in the hot tub of the way-too-huge beach rental he procured for our honeymoon. I’m on his lap, straddling him as I sip the cold, sweet, bubbly, summery Moscato. We’ve already enjoyed an amazing lobster dinner as, I’ve discovered, Grisham is an amazing cook. Who knew?
“So, earlier, you asked if I was feeling adventurous,” I say, grinding on his lap, kissing his neck. “Whatcha got in mind?”
“Eager, are we?” he asks, smirking.
“Always eager to have you inside me,” I say in his ear, giving it a lick.
He groans and stands, holding me against him, the water s
