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We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breath slowly returning to normal. I had never felt so connected and so completely and utterly satisfied.

Ethan pulled out of me gently, going to the bathroom to grab some towels. Libby lifted off me, plopping next to me and snuggling into my side.

“That was...” I began, but words failed me.

Ethan chuckled as he returned and cleaned me and Libby before lying on my other side, his fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “How are you feeling?”

“Fantastic, even though I’m not sure how I’ll ever walk normally again.” I laughed, my heart full.

I had never expected to find this—to find them—but now that I had, I never wanted to let go.

Epilogue

Possibilities

Libby

Ihadn’t been convinced that having an exclusive dinner fundraising event on a yacht was a good idea, but now that the event was in full swing, I was pleasantly surprised.

All of the previous furniture inside and outside on the main living deck had been removed and the space completely transformed. There was enough room for one hundred and twenty-four attendees, which brought in a million dollars, and that didn’t include whatever additional funds people had donated.

Everyone was enjoying the sunset cruise down the Hudson and mingling before a dinner by a James Beard Award winning chef would be served. That wasn’t the highlight for me, though—the highlight was seeing the excited faces of our special guests from the neighborhood schools we’d be supporting.

I smoothed down my black cocktail dress, feeling both overdressed and underdressed at the same time. I wasn’t usedto these types of events and still felt out of place, even though I knew I didn’t look it.

“You look like you’re plotting an escape route.” Carter came to join me where I was looking out across the glistening water. “The closest lifeboat is on the port side.” He handed me one of the champagne flutes he was holding.

I accepted the glass, taking a small sip. “That’s not helpful unless you tell me which side is port. And I’m not plotting an escape. I’m...”

“Avoiding both your boyfriends who are currently in a heated discussion with Ryker?” He gestured toward the far corner, where Leo and Ethan were engaged in an animated conversation with my brother and a few other men.

It had been three weeks since Leo broke off his sham of an engagement and the gossip columns had quickly moved on to more exciting stories. If my brother had any hangups about me being with Leo, he had gotten over it quickly.

I groaned. “They’re probably talking about hockey again.”

“Speaking of hockey… you know Nora.” It wasn’t a question, but more of a loaded statement.

“Yes. I mean, I don’t know her super well, but I’ve hung out with her and Paige a few times. We might start a book club soon.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why?”

He shrugged, looking across the room where Nora was talking with a hockey player, neither seeming too happy to be in each other’s presence. “I think she might be my future wife.”

I rolled my eyes. “You say that about every woman.”

“I’m serious this time.” He was so unserious that, even if he really meant it, I would have to see it to believe it.

“Well, good luck with that.” I didn’t know Nora that well, but from the things I’d heard her say, she loved the single life and was very focused on her career as a specialist coach for an NHL team.

“The ladies love me. Maybe you can put in a good word for me.” Carter looked at me hopefully.

I snorted. “I’ll do that.”

Carter held up his camera. “I need to get some pictures of you, your brother, and Leo.”

Groaning, I made my way across the room, weaving between clusters of well-dressed people engaged in conversation. As I approached, Leo caught my eye first, a warm smile spreading across his face that made my stomach do a little flip.

“Carter needs us for photos,” I announced, interrupting whatever sports debate they were having. “You too, Ry.”

Ryker and Leo excused themselves from the group, and they followed me back to where Carter was waiting.

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