Epilogue
Angel- 18 Months LAter
“This is definitely a fixer-upper.” Dad opened the ice chest and snagged a beer. “But, it's got potential.”
Mom and Dad were the last to arrive at my and Landon’s housewarming party. They’d dragged my brothers, Ramido and Abel, along, and had brought an insane amount of food.
“Dad, you should have seen this fucker before I started working on it. Total dump. But now it’s livable... barely.”
Soon after Landon and I became serious, I’d quit my job modeling and used my savings to begin flipping houses. Even though Landon never complained, it felt awkward being naked in front of the students while Landon was just a five-minute stroll away in his office. So, I’d gotten my realtor’s license and went to work snapping up distressed homes, also known as f*****g d
