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“I really don’t care if anyone sees us kissing,” Hel declared. “I always thought she was an exhibitionist.”

“So not an exhibitionist?”

“No, she’s just in love.”

“In love?” Frost echoed.

“Yeah. Just like I am. I love you.” Hel stared into his eyes as she spoke, and he could see the depth of his feelings for her reflected in them.

“I love you.” He would have leaned down to kiss her again, but a wolf whistle from Rocky interrupted him.

The young man was waving his pint glass in the air and pointing at it.

“I should order the drinks.” Frost leaned onto the bar and got the attention of the bartender.

EPILOGUE

HEL

“Doyouhaveyourlunch?” Frost called to Hel as she rushed toward the door.

She screeched to a halt and spun around, dashing back to the small kitchen in Clara’s cottage, where Frost stood in his pyjamas—which, luckily for Hel, were only a pair of shorts, leaving his glorious muscles and tattoos on display for her.

The night Frost arrived back in Australia, he had moved in with Hel, and despite both of them offering to look for somewhere else to live, Taylor and Clara declined. The actor stating that he worked away so much it made him feel better knowing Frost was close by, as he didn’t like leaving Clara alone in such an isolated house.

“No! I totally forgot,” Hel said, and rather than taking the lunch from Frost’s hand, she flung her arms around his neck, looking up at him, grinning. She still couldn’t believe she got to do this. Standing on tiptoes, she kissed him.

Frost groaned against her lips, murmuring, “This is going to make you late for work.”

“Meh, who needs work,” Hel replied, kissing him again.

Frost kissed her back, and Hel’s heart raced—she couldn’t get enough of him. She grumbled when he pulled away and pushed some of her curls behind her ear.

“You need work. You’re nearly as big a menace as Gloria is when you’re bored.”

“That is true,” Hel sighed but didn’t step out of his arms. “Maybe I can call in sick today,” she suggested.

“Are you really going to do that?” Frost’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

Hel huffed. She would never call in sick if she didn’t need to. It put a massive burden on her colleagues.

“No. I am going to be five minutes late though. Stuff them.” Her lips met his again, and she couldn’t stop the smile even as they kissed.

It was a bit more than five minutes when Frost pulled away and handed her the lunch box that he still clutched in his hand, telling her, “You need to leave.”

Hel groaned, “I know.”

“You also need to look in the mirror first,” he added.

“Why?” Hel’s hand shot to her face, and she rubbed at her lips.

“Did you put lipstick on this morning?”

“Yeah. I’m trying a new Dior one that Clara gave me.” Pulling her fingers away from her mouth, she frowned at them. She couldn’t see the problem, there was no colour staining her fingers.

“Well, I’m assuming you want it on your lips, not smeared around your mouth.”

Hel stared at his lips and realised they were redder than usual. He was clearly now wearing a good amount of her lipstick.

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