Epilogue
Melissa
“Mason George Lane, get your little butt off my bar before I call your daddy!”
The little criminal grins at me and totally ignores my yelling when his uncle Will holds out his arms and eggs him on to make a running start and leap off the edge.
My heart almost explodes outta my throat when he goes airborne and launches his little arms out for Will to catch him, something they do every chance they get now that I’m eight months pregnant with my second child and too big to catch him in time.
Roman thinks it’s hilarious, and why wouldn’t he? He and Will are thick as thieves now that Will is trying to tie down Prissy, and they delight in ganging up on me and turning my little angel into a menace right before my eyes.
“I swear to God, if you two do not quit it, I’m going to—”
“Uh-oh, Mama getting hew gun,” Mason breathes, turning to me with a puppy dog face that just melts me faster than an ice-cream cone in July.
Damn kid looks just like his father and knows how to play me with all that Lane charm.
“Baby girl, you’re too unsteady to do any good with old Bertha and you know it. Now give me some sugar,” I hear from my husband as he wraps his arms around me and loves the heck out of my grinning mouth.
I can’t help but laugh when he lets me go and Clari waddles up, bemoaning her second pregnancy and the unreliability of birth control.
This is what we have now, and while it’s chaotic and crazy most days in the old Lane household, I can honestly say I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. It’s home, after all.
Miah and Clari finally got married last year. They have Josh and a daughter, March, with another on the way.
Wyatt and Ellie have three little rascals—Al, Betty, and Hannah.
Jace and Trace are the proud parents of little Poppy May Lane, the apple of her daddy’s eye.
Paulie and Jared have a new baby on the way, and I am genuinely overjoyed about that after she miscarried in the second month of her first pregnancy.
They went through a trying patch, for a while, but as Pop always say, Lanes endure.
“You know, we could so totally let Will have Mason for an hour and go play nooky in the store room.”
I snort and look down at my belly and the humungous size of the rest of me with a raised brow that makes him blush. I got this way exactly eight months ago to the day after he came back from a mission all locked and loaded, thanks to being away three weeks and an extra two days when a hostage taker tried to run.
Now I have a kid in my belly to prove that a husband who is happy in every aspect of his life is apparently a beast in the sack.
“Lane, if you can fit me, you, and the belly in that tiny little room, I will cave to anything your wicked heart wants.” I snort, pursing my lips in challenge.
That earns me a grin and I’m giggling like a schoolgirl after he whispers into my ear and races me to the store room.
“I love you, Lane,” I whisper when he proves to me that he is a genius and gets us in that position I didn’t think I was capable of anymore.
“And I’m yours.”
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RED LOVE
Chapter One
The Metropolitan Museum of Art is my favorite place in the world, hands down. I love everything about it, from the steps at the entrance to the crowds of people vying to see the art.
I visit at least once a month without fail and never cease to be spellbound by everything all over again, nevermind how many times I’ve been. My favorite painting is Monet’s Sunflowers.
It’s the happiest painting I’ve ever seen, or at least, it makes me happy every time I see it.
My college professor despaired of my one-dimensional view of art the whole time he’d been cursed with me and my uninspired ass. He said my interpretation of art is skewed, flat, and altogether too happy when faced with a world of possibilities.
All I know is that I love creating something that is happy and colorful, something that brings joy to those who see it. And I love flowers.
Sue me.
It’s as I’m leaving that I make the quick decision to pop into the gift store, even though I know I won’t find the print I’ve been looking for. Every time I come here I’m disappointed. I never get my print of the Sunflowers.
Last year Mom had bought me a tote of the Water Lilies for Christmas. I don’t have the heart to tell her it’s not what I wanted, so I’d aaahhhed and held it aloft and then gone home and hung it from a hook to store extra brush rags.