Epilogue
“Adrian?”
“Hmmm?” I say and try pulling away my gaze from my man passing by the kitchen, carrying another box of my books. Shirtless. Muscles bunching and flexing and tattoos on display and miles and miles of glorious skin.
“Adrian!”
My head snaps to the side and I look at Charlie, who’s been trying to get my attention for God knows how long. She smirks.
Ugh. That child sees way too much. Knows too much for her age. There’s no hiding anything from her. “Yes, honey?”
“You’re drooling.” She bursts out in a giggle. She’s only twelve, but she behaves like a full-blown teenager. I love her to death.
“I’m doing no such thing!” I wipe my chin. My dry chin, making her laugh even harder. I fling my arm around her neck, pulling her close. “Devil child,” I grumble.
“Lovesick old m
