Epilogue“I don’t want to be here, Fox.” Warrick Synclaire glanced around at the interior of the church, then glowered at the man who stood beside him.
“Your grandson is getting married.” Fox glowered right back at him.
“Yes, but—”
Fox threw up his hands. “Why do I put up with you?”
Warrick looked away. Why had his lover stood by his side all these years? “Where is everyone?” he asked in an effort to distract himself from the troublesome thought of what his life would have been like without the fox shifter in it.
Perhaps Fox understood. “Your great-grandchildren are just coming in.”
“How ridiculous.” He never thought he’d live to see his child, let alone her children or her children’s children, and yet…
He gazed to the left and watched Andrew’s two sons and his daughter rush to Thoma
