Epilogue
BRENDON
Tampa, Florida
One year later
“Babe, I’m almost ready! I swear!”
“Taking a shower is not almost ready, darling! We’ve got twenty minutes, Kat!”
“I’ll be out in five!!”
I sat down on our sofa in my tuxedo, checking the time on my over-sized iPhone.
Five minutes. She had five freaking minutes, I swore. I adjusted my cuffs to distract myself from my anxiousness. I brushed imaginary lint from my shoulders with slightly shaky fingers. On the fourth minute, I busted into the bathroom, pulling back the curtain. Her brown hair was soaking wet, soapsuds sliding down her shoulders and between her breasts. She looked like Christmas morning. My eyes went wide. Damn, I was a lucky man.
I had to refocus.
“Baby, your five minutes is up. Now, get your sexy ass out of this sho
