Epilogue
Four more months later . . .Lila tried to grab for the ax. Jonas got to it first and held it over his head.
“Jonas!” Lila whined. “Why would you bring me to an ax-throwing place if I’m not allowed to throw an ax?”
“You threw the ax a lot already. Several times. You were not good then, and you will be even worse now.”
Lila blinked up at him and pushed out her bottom lip. She also swayed slightly thanks to the glasses of wine she’d had.
Whose idea was this hen and stag night anyway?
“That might work on my brother, but not on me,” Jonas said firmly.
“Lila,” I said, diverting her attention. “Let’s go inside, get some water, take a bathroom break, and then we’ll see about ax throwing.”
Jonas shot me a look, but I gave him a reassuring smile when Lila harrumphed and weaved towar
