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I laughed, then pulled her in for another kiss before settling her on the counter.
“I love you, my Roe,” I whispered.
She kissed me back, slow and deep. “I love you.”
After a long, quiet moment, I pressed my forehead to hers. “I’ll have to go back to Carranbrae soon,” I said softly. “And I want you there with me.”
She smiled, her fingers curling at the nape of my neck. “I’ll go anywhere with you, Comte. I’m in this for the long run.”
“Me, too.” And I meant it.
Epilogue
Dawn
“It’s here!” I squealed when the postwoman handed me a heavy cardboard box. I kicked the door shut and carried it into the living room. It took up almost half the coffee table and held that familiar, new book smell.
“Come on, open the box, Roe! Aren’t you excited to see it?” Luc called from the kitchen, sounding more eager than I felt.
He entered a moment later with two bottles of our favourite cider and a pair of scissors.
“Yeah, I am,” I said, a little late, as I sank onto the cushion beside him. He rested his hand on my back when I leaned into his side for comfort.
He’d been my anchor all through writing this book, and I wanted to share this moment with him. But experience told me that actually opening the box and finally seeing the book—that piece of my soul I’d poured so much of myself into—for the first time would unbalance me.
“You worked so hard for this. Go on, open the box,” he prompted me gently. “I’m here.”
“Okay, here goes.” I cut open the tape with shaking fingers and slowly folded back the lid. A crumpled sheet of packing paper protected my author copies. I lifted it up and out and there it was: the book I never thought I’d write.
It was the first book under my new pen name, too. My old name, like my old house, belonged to another life. Roe Sterling was a fresh start, and a quiet nod to the man who made me feel seen.
“Oh, shit.” I sniffed. “This never gets old.”
Luc flung an arm around my hip and snuggled his face into my neck. We both had a weird obsession with each other’s necks.
“You did it, Roe,” he muttered.
“Here.” I handed him the first, pristine copy. Julian, the Dragon with the nerdy glasses, grinned up at us from the cover, his FMC, Iris, pressed to his thick chest. My cover artist had outdone themselves this time. “Check out the dedication.”
Luc sat up, flipped it open to the second page, and read it. I kept my eyes on his face as his own flitted over the page. I knew what it said; I needed to seehisreaction.
A slow smile spread on his face. “For The Count Who Saved Me. I love you.”
“I’m so proud of you, Roe. And I love you, too. But I still think it was you and Ruffles who saved me, not the other way around.”
Luc kissed me softly and smiled against my lips. “I’m still a bit disappointed you picked a Dragon over another Wolfman.”
I chuckled, wiping away the happy tears that spilled down my cheeks. “Maybe next time you’ll be on the cover, Code Mage.”
“I can’t wait. But only if the woman looks like you.” He grinned, and I leaned in for another kiss.
“We’ll see. I always said I’d never write a self-insert.”
“You’ve never had your own Code Mage to inspire you before,” he said, a little too pleased with himself. “He could be a colleague of Julian, maybe Étienne. He’s a hot Wolfman and loves eating out his colleague right on his desk,” Luc improvised wildly.
“Étienne?”
“That’s my middle name,” he told me with a sly smile.
