Epilogue: Love Song
“I still can’t believe we got away with it,” Charlie murmured, late the next evening. They were in a hotel room, sweaty from a very enthusiastic session of lovemaking. A session, Tamara was happy to note, that had not included the presence of Donald Thorne in any way, shape or form.
Tamara tilted her head up and planted a kiss on his lips. “O ye of little faith.”
“Little faith?” he echoed. “I just gambled my entire future on the fact that Thorne would want to watch me screwing you! And that he wouldn’t call your bluff when you threatened to send a s*x-tape, with me in it, out for all of America to watch! Good God, Tamara. My parents would take turns murderizing me. And then it would be Grandma’s turn.”
“I wasn’t bluffing. You know that. Yeah, it might have made thin
