Epilogue
The Yule celebration started with a bang. Literally, because Nora was running like a bat out of hell and crashed into several folding chairs. She let out a wail; Lee was at her side in a second to soothe and chastise, and Duncan, standing beside me, shook his head at his daughter.
“I swear that child is going to be the death of me. She thinks she’s invincible.”
“Or maybe she’s so certain her dads will be there for her that she doesn’t hesitate to run headlong into trouble.”
Duncan smiled, his blue-gray eyes twinkling. He tucked a wayward gray curl behind his ear, and smiled at his husband and daughter. “Maybe so. Which is just fine by me.”
I laughed, then watched as the commotion—Nora was trying to argue with her dad—caught Trey’s attention. All he had to do was shoot her
