Epilogue
Jane tried to remember the woman who had stalked into this pub such a short time ago, but nothing fit. Three months and a lifetime’s worth of change had happened since she’d been that woman. The person desperately seeking drunken oblivion to get her through her sister’s wedding was a distant memory, almost an illusion.
Instead of being stared at by a dusty stranger, this evening the love of her life held the door for her to go through. His simplest caress, his palm against the small of her back as they headed for the bar, the warm surety that was Aaron’s presence in her life. The small cottage on the Spanish coast had been a heavenly spot to honeymoon, but it felt so good to be back, in this town, in this place where it had all begun.
What she would now call a “strapping lad” s
