Epilogue
Madison
Arms akimbo with my fists planted on my hips, I tilted my head back, looking up. “Are you sure this is okay?”
Graham called down. “Of course it’s okay.”
Graham—“my firefighter” as I’d come to call him—was high in a tree fetching the kitten we’d gotten for Allie. She was at school, and the kitten had escaped. I had to call him to come home.
Another voice reached me. “He’ll be fine,” Beck offered.
I glanced over at him. “Easy for you to say when you’re not the one up in the tree.”
Beck flashed an easy grin. I’d learned he’d once been known as the town’s most shameless flirt. He was such a dedicated family man that it was hard to imagine, but I saw flashes of it.
He shook the rope in his hand. “I’ve got him.”
“How does that even work?” I asked, dropping my arms
