Epilogue
“Is she nuts?” Dewey asked Phoebe in a low voice as he looked at the guests arriving for a barbecue at Dani and Matt’s. It was an eclectic mix that included her new in-laws, Phoebe’s former in-law’s already on their way to getting plastered, a gaggle of female friends of Dani’s, a mix of law enforcers from various agencies, and, of course, the two mostly reformed law breakers.
“She’s a romance writer,” Phoebe said. Dewey looked happy—contented even—despite the shiny electronic bracelet Bryn had attached to his ankle. A shiny gold band on her left hand kept Phoebe firmly attached to Jake.
“Oh.” His gaze found Bryn, lingered for a moment, then turned toward Phoebe. “I’ve missed you.”
Phoebe patted his hand. “She keeps you on a pretty short leash.”
“So does yours.”
Phoebe smile
