Page 163 of A Major Puck Up

Lennox and Vivi make an appearance via FaceTime, and for a moment, when my girl gives me a smile that shows off a couple new teeth, I consider leaving the party so I can snuggle with her.

Gavin’s brothers are congregated by the bar, all holding tumblers of whiskey. Beckett has one arm wrapped around his wife, who waves at me with a smile.

Gavin puts his hand on the small of my back, interrupting my perusal, and guides me toward the group. “I think my sister is here too.” I search the space, and sure enough, I spot Sienna standing between Brooks and Aiden, laughing as Aiden gestures wildly.

There’s a man I don’t recognize standing among them, but as soon as we approach, his eyes light up as he beams at Gavin. “This Princess Peaches?”

“Henry?” Gavin’s voice sounds surprised.

“Wait, how do you know one another?” Beckett asks.

Gavin eyes the white-haired man in a navy suit. “Met him in the park with Finn a few months ago. We became friends.”

The man laughs. “He thought I was homeless. Tried to slip me a couple hundreds so I’d have somewhere to sleep that night.”

Beckett laughs so loud heads turn around us. “You thought Henry Rose—venture capitalist and the owner of the bank where we do all of our business—was homeless? Oh, that’s too ducking good.”

Gavin groans. “Shit, really? Wait, why are you here?”

Beckett wears a smug grin. “He’s here as Aunt Zoe’s date. I introduced them.”

Liv nudges her husband and, under her breath, mutters, “Oh god, another matchmaking scheme.”

Henry doesn’t seem to hear, though, and with a big grin, he turns to Gavin. “Congratulations. I’m so happy for you.”

Gavin shakes his hand and then formally introduces us. After catching up for a few moments, Gavin leans against the bar to order drinks for us. “Peach margarita for my fiancée,” he says with a squeeze to my hip.

It’s impossible not to giggle. He’s going to be so obnoxious, and I love it.

“And I’ll take a whiskey.”

I poke him. “You don’t want to test out new drinks? Figure out what you really like?”

Gavin looks down at me, a smile in his eyes. “What I like is you, witchy woman. Now go get up on stage and sing me a song.”

I don’t hesitate to give Gavin exactly what he wants. I never will. Last time I was in this room, I had no idea who I was or where life would take me. Tonight, as I settle my fingers on the piano keys, I know exactly who I am.

A musician. A mother. And the love of Gavin Langfield’s life.

And there is no one I’d rather be.

EPILOGUE

MILLIE

“Please tell me you’re not replacing my lamp with that.” Sara points at the lamp Lennox has just turned on. It’s white marble in the shape of a woman’s body and covered with a hot-pink fringed lamp shade with pink crystals hanging from it.

Tilting my head one way, then the other, I survey it. “I actually kind of like it.”

Lennox grins. “Thank you. Had to spice up the apartment a little now that it’s mine.” She shimmies her shoulders and turns in a circle. “You really don’t mind me staying here?”

Sara snorts. “Like that would stop you.”

Lennox adjusts a photo frame on the bureau. The picture is from last week—another boozy Sunday brunch with the girls. Ava, Hannah, Lennox, Sara, and I are all smiling big at the camera. The rest of the girls are holding champagne flutes in the air, but I’m holding Vivi. She was in another blue outfit, courtesy of Aiden.

It’s been a few weeks since the adoption was official, and the boys are in the Stanley Cup Finals. We’re going to game one tonight, and I couldn’t be more excited.

Lennox started a new job, trying her hand at wedding planning, and has decided to stay in Boston for good.

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