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“Good to know,” I say through a grin.
“I’m just saying though. If the master bathroom isn’t as pretty as the guest bathroom just past your office, I’m using the guest one instead. I’ve had actual dreams about that shower.”
“It’s nice, right?” I lean up and press a kiss to her forehead, still overwhelmed by the realization that Icankiss her—that she wants me to. “But trust me. You’re going to love the shower in the master bathroom.”
She smiles. “I can’t wait to see it.”
I can’t wait foreverything.All of whatever this life with Audrey is going to be.
Audrey drops her head and settles against me, breathing out a contented sigh.
I’ve done a lot of amazing things in my life, and I’ve met a lot of amazing people. But there isn’t a single doubt in my mind: nothing has ever compared to this.
Epilogue
Flint
Audreyhasneverlookedmore beautiful.
In the past three years, she’s looked amazing on the red carpet half a dozen different times.
She also took my breath away on our wedding day.
And she lookedstunningwhen she held our son for the first time, her sweat-streaked hair clinging to her face.
But there’s something about today that feels different. Or maybe it’s just that every time I look at her, she’s more beautiful than she was the day before.
“What do you think?” she asks, turning away from the hotel mirror to face me. “I feel like my boobs might fall out.”
“They aren’t falling anywhere,” I say. “You look great.”
She grumbles as she adjusts the front of her dress. “Seriously. They haven’t been the same since the pregnancy.”
I step up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and press a kiss to her collarbone. “You’re perfect. Your body is perfect.”
“But is it the right balance? I want to look professional, but also like…I don’t know. A woman.”
I turn her to face me, keeping my hands on her arms. “Audrey. You’re going to be the most beautiful woman in the room. You always are.” I give her shoulders a tiny squeeze. “More importantly, you’re going to be the mostbrilliantperson in the room.”
“You really think so?”
“You’re the one they’re giving the award to, aren’t they?”
She leans up and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “I still think it’s silly we’re here. If anything goes wrong with our travel, we might miss—”
I kiss her again, cutting off her protests. “We aren’t going to miss anything. Besides, we already know youwonyour award. If we had to choose between your thing and mine, I’d rather be at yours.”
She rolls her eyes. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.”
“It isn’t dumb. It’s the truth. Now come on. Your fancy luncheon awaits.”
The annual luncheon for the Weston Science Foundation is happening at a luxurious lakeside hotel just outside of Asheville. They only give one outstanding achievement award each year, and this year, it’s going to Audrey for her research on biodiversity in intentional green spaces to counteract the negative impacts of urbanization.
It took me three tries to memorize that sentence.
Have I mentioned how sexy my wife’s brain is?
We make our way to the elevator, then ride down to the banquet hall on the first floor. Nate is hovering near the door when we arrive, and he nods as we pass into the room. “Congrats, Audrey,” he whispers, and she smiles wide.
