Epilogue

“Okay, I’m ready.” Rose glanced one more time in the mirror, checked her makeup for the thousandth time, and took a deep breath.

She walked into the living room, feeling rather absurdly exposed. Seth’s eyes widened.

“Well?” she said, trying not to fidget. “Is it stupid? I’ll take it off—”

“No, no. I love it.” His grin was swift as he pulled her close and into his lap. “The wings are amazing.”

“Really? Do I look like a hummingbird? I thought I might look more like a blue jay—”

“No way. It’s perfect. Best Halloween costume ever.”

She looked at his costume and rolled her eyes. “You’re not even in a costume!”

“Yes, I am.” He showed her a sign he’d made that read Nudist on Strike. “I’m on strike, babe.”

“Oh well, does that mean you’re on strike for me? Because that’s a damn shame.”

He nuzzled her neck. “No way. You can get me naked anytime.”

She laughed, and he kissed her, although she eventually pushed him away because she was not going to let him ruin her makeup. She’d