EPILOGUE
Mae
Christmas Eve dawned clear and icy cold. Sunny days in Alaska in the winter tend to be the coldest. The sun cast bright shards of light across the landscape, and icy stalks of dead grass glittered. I wrapped a scarf around my neck and tugged my hat on before I stepped outside.
Rowan had to go into the station this morning, and he'd already warmed up my car. I smiled to myself. When I stopped in at Firehouse Café, Phoebe was sitting at a coffee table with a man I didn't recognize. She waved me over.
“Hey, do you remember Archer?” she asked when I stopped beside the table.
I looked over at the man in question. “Archer Cannon?” This man was something all right. He had burnished gold hair and almost silver eyes. The only way to describe his face was chiseled, which felt
