Epilogue Tasa stirred as she woke. Whistle’s arm was loped over her waist. It tightened and pulled her deeper into his chest. His body spooned hers, their legs intertwined. Waking like this was still a surprise, even after a year and a half. The heat at her back was solid. Comforting. Secure. She loved that. Although she’d only spent three months alone, they had traumatized her a little. Shuddering at the memory, she was grateful each and every time she woke up to the rise and fall of his chest at her back, knowing that everything was right in her world. She was where she belonged. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched the movement of his closed eyelids. He was as handsome as ever. Painfully so. Turning into his chest, she traced the perfectly straight line of his strong, bold nose, di