Epilogue
“There’s not enough room for my clothes in your room,” Gia said for the hundredth time. This argument had been ongoing the entire time she’d been selling her condo and her furniture in preparation for moving in with him. “Unless you plan to turn one of the other adjacent bedrooms into a walk-in closet.”
“I’ll do you one better,” Brock said. He led her down the hallway to the room where he’d had the movers leave all her boxes of clothes. He opened the door to reveal the master bedroom, newly redecorated to suit her tastes which were less floral print and more modern elegance.
The room was large enough for a king-sized bed, two full dressers, and a large vanity. There were two doors in the side wall, one leading to an en suite bathroom, the other to a walk-in closet.
“Oh Brock,
