Page 188 of Between Never and Forever
Because I’ve never been able to resist Savannah Shaw.
A little reckless. A little wild.
A lot mine.
EPILOGUE
1 year later
“I can’t find my headphones!”
I watch from where I’m perched on the kitchen counter as Brynn rips the cushions off the couch. I glance at Mabel and shrug.
“Up! Up!” Brynn says to Torren, so he laughs and gets out of the chair just in time for Brynn to rip the cushions off that, as well. “Where the heck are they?”
The front door opens and Jonah walks in with Levi behind him. Brynn whirls around, walks right past her father and squares up against Jo.
“You! You had my headphones last. What did you do with them?”
Jonah looks from Brynn to Levi to me. I shrug. He looks back at Brynn.
“I don’t have your headphones, Boss.”
“Curse it.” She huffs and turns to Levi. “I can’t leave without my headphones.”
Levi arches an eyebrow. “Can we not just buy you a new pair of headphones?”
“No, Dad! These are the ones that Cameron gave me. They’re special. You can’tjustbuya new pair. I needtheseheadphones.”
She groans dramatically and stomps out of the room.
“Whoa,” Mabel says. “You sure she’s not a teenager? Because she definitely acts like a teenager.”
“God help us when she actuallyisa teenager,” I mumble as I hop off the counter. I cross the room to stand in front of Levi and he slides his arms around my waist. “Ready?”
He kisses me and nods.
“Ready.”
I giggle. I can’t help it. I’m so excited. This is the first tour where we’ve actually built in downtime between shows. Time to relax, sightsee, and enjoy ourselves off the stage. And this is the first tour where I’ll actually be sober and coherent for the whole damn thing.
I’m terrified, but I’m also fucking excited.
I glance around the room at the members of my band. My family.
Mabel and I are as close as ever. She spends more time here hanging out with me, Brynn, and Sharon than at her own house. Torren is still a broody bastard, but we’re finally getting to a place where we don’t need the buffer of other people to have a conversation. They’re stilted and short conversations, and they’re only ever about music, but they’re a start. And Jonah is...well, Jonah is concerning. That hasn’t changed, and some days are worse than others. But heneedsthis. The music. The fans. He needs this band, thisfamily. I’m hoping that this new tour will have sort of a healing effect on him.
On all of us.
When my eyes land on Mabel’s, her smile tells me she’s thinking the same thing.
Love you, she mouths.
Love you, I mouth back.
The door opens again, and Red steps in with my dog at his feet and a pair of lime green, noise-cancelling headphones in his hand.
“Found ‘em,” he says, holding them up for everyone to see. “Back of the car.”
