Page 311 of Mountain Grump
My wife nods.
“Good.”
I scoop her up and carry her back into the bedroom.
“Ethan!”
I back up to the bed, then sit so she’s on my lap.
Then I hand her the book. “I want you to show me every page.”
“Sitting on your lap?”
I shake my head and drop onto my back. “Riding me.”
Epilogue 1
Tilda Grant, Star Princess
“This is for you, my dear.”Liza holds a paper cup out to me.
I take it and cradle it in my hands, absorbing the warmth. “What is it?”
“Mulled cider. Or wine.” She tips her head to the side. “Is there a difference?”
I grin. “Pretty sure the difference is alcohol.”
Her brows rise, then she snickers. “Well, good thing my mister is driving today.”
She pats me on the shoulder, then spots someone else she knows and bustles away, her skirt kicking up plumes of the fresh-fallen snow.
Ethan appears beside me, and I grin at him. Like I always do when he’s wearing his fancy hat.
“What?” He narrows his eyes as he grabs the cup from my hands and takes a sip.
“I didn’t say anything.” I take the cup back.
It’s not just the fancy hat that makes Ethan look extra sexy right now. It’s the all-black suit. With his black leather boots. The perfect mix of Grumpy Ranger and Good Boy.
“It’s just… so weird,” my husband says seriously.
“What is?” I lean against his side.
“Seeing Liza in a dress.”
I snort. “You’re acting like a kid seeing his teacher in public for the first time. Liza obviously wears more than just her ranger uniform.”
Ethan shakes his head. “Nope. It’s permanent. She bathes in it.”
“You’re a turd. And her dress is pretty.”
Ethan slowly turns to me. “Your dress is pretty.”
“Thank you.” I twist side to side, making the skirt dance around my legs, showing it off to Ethan, as though he wasn’t there when I bought it.
Not long after the opening day of this place, when we found our way back to each other, Ethan surprised me by bringing me to a custom dressmaker.
He told me he wanted to do it right. To get married all over again. And do it however I’d dreamed of doing it growing up.
