“So, when do you take off for the homeland?” Oliver asks Fitz.
He looks at his wrist as if there’s a watch there. “Two more days.”
“And you’re still going to check out The Magpie? The bar I told you about?”
Fitz nods. “You did say there were hot bartenders there.”
Ransom laughs, slapping Fitz on the shoulder. “Is that literally your only criteria for going to a bar?”
Fitz shoots him a serious stare. “Don’t even try to pretend that it isn’t yours.”
Ransom raises both hands. “Guilty as charged.” He reaches for his drink. “To one last fling before our pact.”
Fitz lifts his can and taps it to Ransom’s. “I will drink to that.”
Oliver simply smiles. “I’ll stay out of that one. Happily.”
“Me too,” I say.
Fitz rolls his eyes. “How the mighty have fallen. I guess it’s up to Ransom and me to maintain the single life.”
“Good luck with that. I can’t wait till you fall hard for some guy,” I tell Fitz.
“As if.” He snorts.
“His whole worldview will go tits up when he falls in love,” Oliver says, grinning. “It’ll be bloody fantastic.”
“It will be absolutely fucking epic,” Ransom adds.
Fitz just laughs, shaking his head like it’ll never happen.
But something tells me it will.
EPILOGUE
Bryn
Next year
A postcard icon blinks at the top of my cell phone screen. Immediately, a spark shimmies across my shoulders.
I show the screen to Bruce. “Someone is looking for me. Who do you think it is?”
He licks his paw as I click on the envelope.
Seeking Woman Who Likes Mojitos:
Last night, you were wearing a red dress with a zipper all the way down the back. You danced to a band named The Incident and The Accident. (Thank God the band took my advice when I wrote to them, and added a “The.”) You looked so damn sensual that I spent the rest of the show imagining unzipping that dress, licking a path down your back, and biting the sweet flesh of your ass.
I can arrange to undress you, bite you, kiss you, take you, and put you on your knees every night for seven days. During the day, we’ll travel across Canada together, exploring the countryside, checking out souvenir shops, and seeing all the off-the-beaten-path destinations together.
Would you like to take a road trip on a train with me?
From,
The Guy Who Unzipped Your Dress Last Night When You Came Home with Me
I show it to Bruce. “What’s my answer? What say you, pussycat?”
Bruce switches to his other paw, and I reply to Logan. It’s become our thing. We still post on Made Connections, leaving sexy and romantic notes for each other, listing things we’ve done and things we want to do.
It keeps the fire burning bright. That’s not hard, though, when you already have the four key components to a forever relationship: trust, honesty, laughter, and great sex.
Though there’s a fifth too.
Love, and we have that as well.
Dear Mr. Unzip Me Now,
The answer is yes, and I look forward to the sleeper car.
Xoxo
A few weeks later, we board the train for our “road trip.” It’s the second time we’ve taken one. A year ago, we traveled by rail through New England, then hunkered down in a cabin in Maine for four days. It was glorious.
And today, it’s glorious too, as porters load our suitcases and Logan and I head into the first-class car on a train that’ll take us across the country.
