EPILOGUETAYLOR
SIX MONTHS LATER
Taylor stretched and rolled over, then smiled at the smell of bacon cooking. Kicking off the blankets she walked downstairs and admired the muscles rolling under Marcus’s skin as he moved around the kitchen. “You know, you’re not supposed to cook bacon shirtless.”
Marcus turned to her and smiled. “I’ll take the risk. And what are you doing up? I was bringing you breakfast in bed.”
Taylor wrapped her arms around his waist. “Humm, only if you come with it.”
He chuckled. “Oh, count on it.” Slapping her ass, he said. “Go on, get back in bed, I’ll be up in a minute.”
Taylor giggled, ran up the stairs and jumped into bed. Laying down she thought back over the last few months. After she had told Marcus she wanted a relationship with him, things had happened p
