Epilogue
The sounds of plates clinking together, and the low hum of chit-chat, merged into the background as I listened to Fiona describe her latest assignment. She was stuck in a geography class that she needed for distribution, and it was driving her nuts. Her professor was a mean, curmudgeonly old man, and a notoriously difficult marker.
“He gave me a C–. A C–! That was not a C worthy paper.”
Jack nodded. “I read it. It was pretty good.”
She rounded on him. “Pretty good?”
He put his hands up, a small smile on his lips. “Really pretty good?”
She huffed but turned back to me. “Your brother is a pain in the ass.”
I smiled. “You’re telling me.” They’d only been together for a few years, but they already bickered like an old married couple. Matt and I were actually married, but we didn’t even bicker like that. It was as endearing as it was exhausting.
Matt sank into his seat beside me and slid me a cup of coffee. I threw him a grateful look. Our peacekeeping duties had kept us late the
