Epilogue
VIOLET
One month later
“Tank! Get out of the kitchen!” I hear screeching through the air. The sound of doggy paws follows, running fast.
A sloppy grin comes careening around the corner, and I stop the gray and white beast of a dog with my hands, reaching out to pet his short fur.
I crouch at the knee. I’m thanked with a slobbery rain of puppy kisses, and when I finally stand, extracting myself from the lovable American Bully in my arms, I find the love of my life several feet away, smirking, his full lips spreading over his handsome face.
In a white apron, collared shirt and black slacks, he is the crowning jewel not just in his elaborate kitchen, but at the entire party. Brett and Elsie’s joint Bachelor-Bachelorette party just two days before their wedding is nothing withou
