EPILOGUE
RHETT
One year later…
Clang,clang, clang. Hammer against nail. Sweat drips down my face, and the sun burns hot against my bare back. I’ve been working all day, and my body is on fire, but nothing compares to the heat that rips through me when I seeher.
Cassandra, my wife.
My angel steps barefoot out of the little white farmhouse we’ve been fixing up together, here in the gorgeous hills of Virginia. Her belly is nice and round with our baby, and her t**s are stretching the fabric of her shirt to its limit. She’s gained at least a cup size over the last eight months.
She’s holding a glass of lemonade as she walks toward me and smiles in a way that lights me up inside. Every time she looks at me or lets out a cute little giggle, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.
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