EPILOGUE
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SAWYER SNATCHED A piece of bacon from Beck’s plate; a very wifely thing to do. However, they were still newlyweds, only a few hours past the first time they said, I love you. Too soon to settle into old married ways.
Beck tugged her from her chair and onto his lap. She didn’t complain. Instead, she shared the bacon and a long kiss bound to make him forget he had places to go and people to see.
“Today’s Sunday,” Sawyer whispered in his ear.
“Why didn’t you say so before we left our warm bed?” Beck asked with a wistful sigh.
“Food. Plus, our phones won’t stop ringing.”
“Simple fix. We turn them off.”
“Happy to.” After Sawyer considered the distance between her phone and Beck’s lap, she shrugged. “Later.”
“We’ll be in the headlines for a few days until something gaudier happens to knock us down a few pegs on the scandal scale.” Beck rubbed her arm. “Mills’ confession aside, you need to be prepared. With all the money and influence he has behind him, chances are he won’t do jail time.”
“None?” Sawyer frowned, her arm tightening around his shoulder. “He hired someone to kill you.”
“I’m still here.”
“Thank God.”
“Since I didn’t die, his lawyer is likely to argue diminished capacity with a request for bail and outpatient treatment at a posh country-club-style psychiatric facility.”
“Daily rounds of golf and a few pseudo-therapy sessions? Where’s the justice?”
“Here,” Beck said. “We won. Camille lost. We’re happy. She’s a miserable bitch.”
“She’ll never love anyone, not even herself.”
“And we have the rest of our lives.” He placed a warm kiss on her lips. “Filled with love.”
Pick up, pick up, pick up.
“What was that?” Beck asked.
“Talia’s idea of a ring tone.” Sawyer stretched across the table, reaching her phone with one fingertip. “Good morning, my gorgeous, brilliant friend.”
“Somebody got laid.”
“Tell her I can hear every word,” Beck snorted.
“Tell him I don’t mind,” Talia said. “You worked everything out?”
“We did,” Sawyer beamed.
“Hallelujah. Since I know you have better things to do than talk to me, I won’t keep you.”
“I always have time for you.”
“I can imagine Beck’s grumpy frown,” Talia laughed. “Check your texts. I sent a link. Bye.”
“Better not be a happy c-a-t video.” Beck glanced at a sleeping Ringo as he spelled out the dreaded word. “Our boy hates those things.”
“His sensibilities are safe for now,” Sawyer said. “You, my love, have gone viral.”
Someone posted the video of Beck’s performance. In a few short hours, Something New had over a million views and counting.
“The offers are bound to pour in,” Sawyer said. “You’re back. If you want to be.”
Beck didn’t know how he felt. Music would always be part of his life. But dipping his toe back into the professional waters would mean a huge change.
“What do you think?” he asked Sawyer.
“You don’t need to give up one life to make room for another. If you’re interested, go slow. See where the road takes you. Whatever you decide, I’ll be with you all the way.”
Beck was tempted, which surprised him. Slow made sense. For a lot of reasons.
“Could be we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Right now, I’m a novelty. A blast from the past.”
A past Beck didn’t know if he had the patience and temperament to revisit.
“Speaking of the past. Talia sent another link. Seems you aren’t the only Razor’s Edge alum with a viral video.”
Sawyer hit play. On stage at a charity event in Sydney, Australia, he watched Jaxon Cross and Skye Marlow perform Savior together for the first time in five years.
Beck closed his eyes, listening to his old friends bring down the house, and he was transported back to when he shared the stage with them. They were so damn young. The memory made him smile.
“They sound good,” he said.
“They look like they’re in love.”
“Always did.” Beck nodded. “Always were. There were so many roadblocks in their way back then. Too many. Whatever brought Jax and Skye together again, I hope they work things out this time.”
“My guess?” Sawyer tapped her chin. “Joplin started the ball rolling.”
“The Razor’s Edge reunion? Makes sense,” he chuckled. “I wonder if Jax and Skye were Joplin’s secondary motive all along.”
“To reunite a pair of star-crossed lovers?” Sawyer sighed. “How romantic.”
“Time will tell.”
“About the reunion? Still determined not to go?”
“Last week, my answer was a firm hell, no. Today?” Beck shrugged. “Hell, maybe sounds about right.”
“Progress.” Sawyer ran her fingers through his hair, love shining in her eyes. “We have a whole day with no plans. Any ideas?”
“One or two,” he teased. His gaze fell on the marble countertop. “What do you think?”
“Sex in the kitchen? I’m game if you are,” Sawyer laughed. “Just one thing.”
“I know.” Beck grinned as he carried the love of his life across the room. “Don’t tell Tilly.
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