Page 68 of Patching Over

EPILOGUE

Brick

“Merry Christmas, Brick.” Her voice is sated as I carry her to our bed.

After brunch and presents, I brought her back to our room for a much-needed nap. Okay, maybe some celebrating too, but that’s just between us. Leathyr and Layce took over making dinner, which everyone pretty much demolished before we sat around eating cookies and watching movies.

Then, I made our excuses once again so I could spoil my ol’ lady some more with a bubble bath then a massage, before we enjoyed ourselves a little bit more underneath the Christmas tree.

Hell, if she wasn’t pregnant and I wasn’t getting older, we’d have slept under the tree, but I’m not into being unable to move the next day, so to the bed it is.

Once she’s tucked into my side where she belongs, I kiss her and whisper, “Merry Christmas, Ryleigh, and welcome home.”

Banshee

The joy I feel at the fact my sister is at home and alive knows absolutely no restraint. Even still, I harbor a lot of guilt about the day that changed all of our lives.

Because I wasn’t paying close enough attention, she got taken out from underneath our noses.

Because she was nabbed, our parents were never the same.

Because they were trying to find some peace and were out riding, those fuckers were able to ambush them, run them off the road and kill them.

And it’s all my fault.

The end for now…

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