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fantastic.”

“It will be absolutely fucking epic,” Ransom adds.

Fitz just laughs, shaking his head like it’ll never happen.

But something tells me it will.

Epilogue

Bryn

Next year

A postcard icon blinks at the top of my cell phone screen. Immediately, a spark shimmies across my shoulders.

I show the screen to Bruce. “Someone is looking for me. Who do you think it is?”

He licks his paw as I click on the envelope.

Seeking Woman Who Likes Mojitos:

Last night, you were wearing a red dress with a zipper all the way down the back. You danced to a band named The Incident and The Accident. (Thank God the band took my advice when I wrote to them, and added a “The.”) You looked so damn sensual that I spent the rest of the show imagining unzipping that dress, licking a path down your back, and biting the sweet flesh of your ass.

I can arrange to undress you, bite you, kiss you, take you, and put you on your knees every night for seven days. During the day, we’ll travel across Canada together, exploring the countryside, checking out souvenir shops, and seeing all the off-the-beaten-path destinations together.

Would you like to take a road trip on a train with me?

From,

The Guy Who Unzipped Your Dress Last Night When You Came Home with Me

I show it to Bruce. “What’s my answer? What say you, pussycat?”

Bruce switches to his other paw, and I reply to Logan. It’s become our thing. We still post on Made Connections, leaving sexy and romantic notes for each other, listing things we’ve done and things we want to do.

It keeps the fire burning bright. That’s not hard, though, when you already have the four key components to a forever relationship: trust, honesty, laughter, and great sex.

Though there’s a fifth too.

Love, and we have that as well.

Dear Mr. Unzip Me Now,

The answer is yes, and I look forward to the sleeper car.

Xoxo

A few weeks later, we board the train for our “road trip.” It’s the second time we’ve taken one. A year ago, we traveled by rail through New England, then hunkered down in a cabin in Maine for four days. It was glorious.

And today, it’s glorious too, as porters load our suitcases and Logan and I head into the first-class car on a train that’ll take us across the country.

I open the door to our sleeper cabin, eyeing the bed. “What do you think, Mr. Smolder?”

He wiggles his brows. “Why don’t you check under the covers?”

I shoot him a what are you talking about look. “For what? A mint? Bedbugs?”

“Hopefully it’s more like a mint.”

I tug at the covers, yanking them back. My breath flees my lungs when I find a royal-blue velvet box.

Hope rushes through me.

“Is this for me . . .?”

“Yes,” he says in a soft, low voice filled with wishes.

I take it, flip it open, and gasp.

When I turn around, Logan Clarke is down on one knee. “When I met you, the only thing I regretted was not getting your name and number soon enough. But we found each other. We made the connection, and every day I’m so glad we did. Because the last year and a half with you has been the best of my life. There’s been so much trust, honesty, and laughter that I sometimes can’t believe it’s real. But it is. Every day with you is so real and true,” he says. I press my lips together, but that doesn’t abate the tears. They flood my eyes, and my heart fills with happiness.

“Before I met you, Bryn, I was going through the motions. After I met you, I understood what it meant to be in love, to be happy, and to feel everything. I want to keep feeling everything with you. I hope you’ll live with me and be my wife, because I love you so much, and I want to be with you always.”

My hand presses over my heart, like I need to hold it in place lest it jumps out of my chest and into his arms. His arms—where I want to be.

“I would love to be your wife. Because I love you so much, Logan. So incredibly much.”

I hand him the box, and he takes out the stunning diamond solitaire, slides it onto my finger, then pulls me into his lap and kisses the breath out of me.

I see stars as his lips slide across mine.

And soon, very soon, I see galaxies as my fiancé makes love to me on the train, in a sleeper cabin