Epilogue
Jeff kept his eye trained on the cabin in the distance. The door still hadn't opened. Either Linc had failed in his clerically romantic notion, and they were taking the office stationery down off the walls. Or he had won Scout over with his post-it notes of love, and they were even now anticipating their vows. In either case, Jeff didn't mind the wait. Not when the view was so lovely.
Saylor Silver had her hair down around her shoulders. The lush strands fell like waves around her face. Jeff envied each tendril that had the right to kiss her flushed cheeks.
Jeff was able to look his fill at the second eldest Silver sister. Her attention was diverted elsewhere. Mostly her gaze was trained on the bouquet of colorful flowers in her hands. But every once in a while, she'd lift her
