EPILOGUE
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We were at the Fallen Crest Bingo Hall a few weeks later, and why we were there? Because Zeke picked it for our date night. We’d started a routine since he liked to say that we were somewhat married, since we lived together, and since the whole living together was totally working out. It was great. Almost unnervingly so.
Zeke was Zeke. He was happy. Supportive. Loving. Loyal. And sweet. So very sweet and romantic, and I didn’t know how to handle it sometimes when he laid out fresh dandelions next to my morning coffee and that was on mornings when I had an early shift at the stables. So yeah. Things were going well, but Zeke insisted we have “date nights.” He’d said, “We need to keep it fresh and spicy,” and because he had read on an online marriage and therapy website that
