Page 109 of Sack

Falling.

To land perfectly into the hands of Lincoln Scott.

The crowd went wild. Emerson screamed in her ear. Ivy’s eyes flew back to Colt.

And she grinned.

Because even surrounded by his team, getting slaps on the back, she could see he grinned, too.

His head tilted as he searched the spot in the stands where he knew she was sitting and by some miracle, their eyes locked. She blew him a kiss. He made a production of catching it and bringing his closed fist to pound into his chest.

Lame?

Not even close. That had just made the top of herColt beingromanticlist.

And when he stood on the podium, holding the trophy aloft, he outdid himself one more time.

“This is for my Ivy. With her by my side, I’ve learned that anything is possible.”

Ivy wasn’t sure how he would top himself in the next fifty years…

But she couldn’t wait to find out.

Epilogue

Colt

“We did it.” Colt knelt by the grave and dusted off the brass plaque that lay flush with the ground. “Wish you would’ve been there to see it.”

He dug two fingers into the earth, creating a hole, and pulled the ring from his pocket. He fingered the diamond-encrusted football at its center and then the wordsWorld Championsbefore dropping the ring into the hole and filling it back up.

Laying a splayed hand back over the plaque, he bowed his head. “Rest in peace.”

A hand landed on his shoulder and he looked up into Ivy’s beautiful grays. “You’ll finally find some now, too.”

Ivy

“I can’t believe you bought a ticket just to see me off at the gate.” Ivy plopped her carry-on on an empty seat. She was on her way to Comic-Con, and for the first time since she’d started going, she wasn’t over-the-moon, dancing-in-place, can’t-wait-to-get-there excited. She was just plain-old excited.

“I had two reasons for that.” Colt took the seat next to her and grabbed her hand.

She raised her brows. “Two?”

“First, I didn’t want you waiting for your flight by yourself.”

“I brought a book.” Ivy pulled a paperback out of the side pocket of her bag. “The Dresden Files. Harry Dresden is a super-hot wizard.”

Colt snorted, “A pale substitute for me.”

“Oh? Can you do magic all while wearing a sexy duster?”

He leaned in close and growled, “I’ll show you magic.”

Ivy laughed and pushed at his shoulder. “And reason number two?”

“It guarantees the seat next to you on the plane will remain empty.”

“You’re shameless.”

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