Epilogue
Natalie—Four Years Later
“Okay, okay,” I grumbled, holding the bottle of Jefferson’s Ocean above my head as I stepped into the living room of the Kensingtons’ Hamptons mansion. “I have the requisite liquor. You can all chill the eff out now.”
Penn snorted. He leaned against the door to the kitchen with his hands in his pockets, looking every bit the undeniable charmer I’d fallen for in that same position so many years earlier. “Like we still need to drink straight out of the bottle. I think we have enough glasses to pour it.”
“But that’s not tradition,” Katherine drawled from her seat on the couch.
“Right. That’s not tradition,” I agreed.
It was bizarre as f**k to agree with Katherine. Even still, four years after our big blowup at the charity event.
When Penn and I h
