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As she stared at them, they nodded to her and mouthed the words, Be happy, daughter!

Tears swam into her eyes, and she smiled at them.

Her parents returned her smile. Then they were gone.

She stood staring at the empty spot for several moments.

“Hey.” Logan cupped her chin, turning her face back to him. His dark eyes probed hers. “Where’d you go just now?”

She smiled quietly. “Someplace good.”

He glanced in the direction she’d been looking. Seeing nothing, he scanned the crowd before returning his gaze to hers. His expression softened.

“I love you,” he said over the music.

She looked up at him and saw their past, present and future shining in his eyes. “I love you too, Logan,” she said with a soft smile. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

He wrapped her tight into his chest and held her like he would never let go. She closed her eyes and clung to him, her heart so full she thought it would burst.

They were two former orphans who’d experienced losses that no child should ever experience. Despite all the baggage and trauma they’d both suffered, they’d survived and found a miraculous gift in each other.

They’d found love.

And it was out of this world.

Epilogue

LOGAN

Next Day

Western Conference Final

Game 6

One minute left.

One minute to decide if the Rebels ended the series tonight and advanced to the Stanley Cup Final.

One minute to decide if Vegas tied the score and pushed the game into overtime. If they won, game seven would happen on their turf in Vegas.

The Rebels didn’t want to go back to Sin City. They needed to take care of business right here. Right now.

The score was 3-2. The Rebels were up by one goal.

Vegas had an empty net. They’d pulled their goalie so they could crowd the ice with six attackers instead of five.

Their star center was driving to the net. Suddenly Reid came out of nowhere and slammed the guy into the boards.

The puck squirted loose. Logan pounced on it, hooked it with his stick and skated hard toward Vegas’s empty net.

The crowd went crazy.

Nineteen seconds.

Logan’s heart was pounding out of his chest as defenders rushed toward him. He picked up speed, cut around a defenseman and slapped the puck cleanly into the net.

As the horn sounded and the clock hit zero, the arena erupted in deafening celebration.

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