EPILOGUE
In the veritable sea of blissfully happy couples, Jonah Ferguson stood alone, ever the observer. In all their wedding finery, Brax and Mia led the crowd in the “Cha Cha Slide” on the dance floor set up out in the new yard at the house they still weren’t quite done renovating. Even a jaded bastard like him hadn’t been unaffected by watching his friends make their vows all over again. They’d come through so damned much to find their way back to each other, and even though it hadn’t been deliberate on his part, Jonah was still pleased about his own role in putting Brax back in Mia’s path. His friend was whole again. It was the only way Jonah could think to describe the change he’d seen in Brax.
Holt had succumbed in his own way, taking to married and family life like a duck to wate
