Epilogue
September, the same year
“Ever since you got your surgery, you’ve been a recluse. When is the great reveal?” Sean complained. “We only get to see you wrapped up like a mummy.”
Colin was fiddling with the phone. “Can you, Armand, Rémy and Ian come for dinner? I want to show you my new face. It’s only been nine months and it’s fully healed.” Colin stared into the mirror stroking his cheek.
“That’s all of that lupine infusion you’ve been getting. From what Michelle tells Meg—you and Marc have been very busy while you’ve been hiding from the world.”
Colin laughed. “I haven’t been hiding. I had a book deadline, and I was revising my thesis. I start my final semester in a few days, and I wanted to be ready.”
“Bullshit, you didn’t want anyone to see you until your coming out party.
