EpilogueSeven years later…
I knelt by the bed of roses and pulled out the last weed. At the corner, Frizz, our two-year-old Labrador, lay curled under the shade of the tall stone wall surrounding our property.
“I suppose this will be the last time I'll be doing this for a while,” I said, swiping at the sweat gathered on my forehead with the back of one hand while rubbing my lower back with the other.
“I hope so,” Zantry said behind me. “I'd really rather you stopped it altogether.”
I glanced back at him, dressed in casual jeans and a black button-down shirt, sleeves rolled back to reveal powerful forearms, his tan pronounced, hair tied back at the nape of his neck. My heart gave a little lurch of joy.
“You're home early. Did you get bored with the PI job already?” I raised my hand and
