TYLER Epilogue: Fourteen Years LaterThe house was finally quiet for exactly six minutes. Six. I counted them like a man counting heartbeats in a war zone.Mason had just come back from his jog, his hair still damp from the morning rain, white shirt clinging to his chest in a way that should be illegal for a man pushing fifty. He kicked the door shut with his heel, dropped his keys on the counter, and the second his eyes found mine across the kitchen, we both knew.No words. We didn’t need them anymore.I was already moving. He met me halfway, hands fisting in my hair, mouth crashing into mine like he’d been starving for it all day. Maybe he had. We both had. Four kids will do that to you: turn every stolen second into something feral.“Lock the door,” I breathed against his lips.“Already did,” he growled, backing me toward the laundry room. The second the door clicked shut behind us, he had me pinned against the dryer, his thigh shoving between mine, grinding slow and filth
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