Kirk Bunting will be behind bars for a long, long time.
Now, Jude and I can move on. Focus on our future, our dreams. Heaven knows our love is bigger than any of the obstacles we’ve faced. Our love shines bright enough to set the whole world ablaze.
So tonight, my man takes me to bed and he makes love to me. I tell him how much I adore him and he tells me I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
Now, Foxxy snores lightly from where she’s curled up against my ribs. The sound fills the room. Jude and I have been talking about giving her some brothers and sisters. Some human brothers and sisters. I think that will happen very soon.
As I lie drifting off with my head on his chest, I hear him whisper against my scalp. “It’s all been worth it, Iris. Every single minute of this journey has been worth it, because it’s brought me home, right here to you.”
I kiss the warm skin over his beating heart. “You’re my home, Jude. You’re my forever. I’m going to love you to my dying day.”
If this isn’t happily-ever-after, then I don’t know what is.
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KEELAND
“Is this one of those art classes where the instructor gets naked so you can paint him?”
Delores is hunched over in her seat, whispering loudly into Nancy’s ear.
Nancy shoos her away before giving me an embarrassed look. “Hush! As blind as you are, you wouldn’t be able to tell his arm from his man parts, anyway!”
I bite down a chuckle as I set up my easel and lay out my pencils. Oh Nancy, it wouldn’t be the first time my cock was mistaken for a limb.
I called the community center bright and early yesterday morning to speak to Faith and express my interest in teaching an art workshop to the senior citizens of Reyfield. I’ve never taught an art class in my life but I’m a renowned tattoo artist. How hard can it be, teaching a group of old folks to draw a sunset? And it definitely beats sifting through the four banker’s boxes of receipts and paperwork that Maxwell FedExed me from California. So, when Faith asked for my availabilities, I said — you guessed it — Tuesdays and Thursdays at 4:30.
Faith was able to corral nearly a dozen of the town’s feistiest silver vixens on very short notice and they’re all eager about the class. To be quite frank, I’m a little concerned for my safety. Helen Winterbaum asked me for a lower back tattoo a few minutes ago and Betty Greene blatantly grabbed at my package. Twice. And class hasn’t even begun yet.
I may not be able to leave here with my virtue intact.
But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make for Sammie. Not just because it’s kind of fun, seeing her so off-kilter every time I come around, but also because, a part of me really just wants to get into her good graces. She clearly thinks I’m a real asshole, but I don’t want her to keep hating me. I want her to know that, despite everything, I’m a good guy.
And after my impromptu striptease show in front of her window on Friday night, I might be further than ever from my goal. But I just couldn’t resist. In my defense, I was a bit tipsy and I caught her sneaky ass peeping at me through her blinds, just like she used