I didn’t give a lot of thought to the missed call on her phone yesterday from a guy named Darrell Carver.
I looked him up early this morning.
He’s an Assistant District Attorney in Manhattan.
Eden’s going back to her roots.
“I emailed June yesterday to ask her if she would be willing to take over two of my open cases here.” She smiles. “I told her I needed time to recover from the accident, but it’s more than that and I want you to be the first to know.”
I don’t interrupt because I want to hear the words from her.
“I’m going to accept a job at the prosecutor’s office in New York. They offered me the position right before I came back here.” Her gaze drops. “I’m not good at this divorce thing. I’m really good at putting bad guys away and keeping them there.”
“You’ll move in with me.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “If you hate the place, we’ll find a new apartment.”
“I love your place.” She smiles. “I didn’t want to assume that we’d live together, but I have started packing.”
“I’ll finish that up.” I flex my arms. “We’ll get you moved in as soon as possible.”
“I have work here that I need to see through to its end, and there’s the Alcester case.”
I tilt her chin up with my hand. “Griffin talked to Trudy. She’s willing to agree to your most recent offer.”
“You’re not serious?” Her eyes light up. “Dylan, are you serious?”
Griffin told me that Eden’s accident hit a chord with Trudy. Her dad had been in a car wreck when she was a kid, and she lost time with him during the recovery. It made her realize that shutting Troy out of their daughters’ lives isn’t the right thing to do.
“Griffin and Martin will close the case out.” I breathe a sigh of relief. “It’s over.”
Epilogue
3 Months Later
Eden
“I’m open to all offers, Mr. Colt.” I hold up two bras. “If you want me to wear the red one tonight that will cost you a quickie in the shower, and if you…”
“A quickie?” Dylan snatches the red bra out of my hand. “Quickies are never part of our negotiations. I take my time with my beautiful fiancée. You should know that by now.”
I glance up at my left hand and the beautiful sapphire engagement ring Dylan gave me last week.
It’s been twelve weeks since my accident.
I’m fully healed.
We went out to celebrate that fact.
The night started with pancakes for dinner and ended with Dylan on one knee inside the club that Billy owns.
It was perfect and breathtaking and everything I could have ever wished for.
After we danced, we came back to our apartment and made love.
“What will it cost me if I want you to wear the black one?” He eyes the black lace bra in my right hand.
“What are you offering?”
He slides the boxer briefs he’s wearing down to mid-thigh.