Epilogue
“Oh my God, it’s packed.” Faith stood just inside the door to Yuletide Spirits, where the pub was filled with cheerful celebrants.
After spending the last week in Washington, DC—including nights with her face all but pressed up against the glass of the Verizon stadium, watching Grant play three games between Christmas and New Year—she should be used to crowds. She just wasn’t used to them in Holly.
Grant squeezed in behind her, letting the door close on the blustery night outside, and slipped his arms around her waist, pressing his body to hers. He was warm and strong, and he filled Faith with the kind of joy no words could describe.
He lowered his head and spoke into her ear. “We could always ring in the new year at your place.”
She grinned, turned her head, and kissed him. “Oh, that’s definitely going to happen. Right after we stop by and say hi to Taylor and drop off Caleb’s jersey.”
“You want to give him that tonight?” Grant a
sked. “He’ll never get to sleep.”
Faith laughed. Grant had all the Rough Riders sign a jersey for Caleb, and he was right—Caleb would be so excited, sleep might be tough. But she said, “He’ll sleep in it. And we only have”—she glanced at the screen where the New Year’s countdown continued—“eight minutes until we can go do that.”
He tightened his arms and pressed his face to her neck. His nose was cold, but his lips were warm. “Eight minutes never felt like such an eternity.”
Happiness spread across her face in a smile that made her cheeks ache. Anticipation for the future bubbled in her chest like the champagne flowing at the bar.
Grant released her to remove her jacket just as Patrick and his girlfriend, Jennifer, pushed their way through the crowd. Faith had met them both during Christmas dinner at the Saber house—Jennifer for the first time, Patrick for the first time in a decade—and was surprised to find she enjoyed both Grant’s brother and his choice in women.
“Hey,” Jennifer said, her eyes alight with excitement.
“Hi.” Faith hugged Jennifer and said hello to Patrick over his girlfriend’s shoulder. “This place is crazy. How long have you been here?”
Jennifer pulled back. “Right? Only half an hour, but I think my hearing’s already damaged.”
Grant cupped a hand around one ear and leaned forward. “What?”
Laughing, Jennifer slapped his arm.
The crowd parted as more people came through.
“Mom?” Grant said, his voice lifting with surprise. “Dad? What the heck…?”
When Jennifer stepped aside, Faith saw Grant’s parents approaching. Hazel looked happy, maybe even a little tipsy. Martin didn’t look exactly thrilled to be there, but he was, which meant he was making an effort. It was a first step.
“What are you two even doing awake at this hour?” Grant asked.
“We knew you’d come straight here from the airport.” His mother came directly to Faith and took her hands. Her eyes shone with excitement. “And I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to hear about it. So? How did it go?”
Faith’s heart softened, and she squeezed Hazel’s hands. For all the pain his parents had caused Grant, they were sincerely trying to make amends now. They had already scheduled trips to see two of Grant’s games in the coming months and planned to stay a few extra days in the city so Grant could show them around. Patrick and Jennifer had also scheduled trips into DC for visits and games. And while it might take some time for Grant’s older brother, Shawn, to come around, things were definitely headed in the right direction.
“Oh my gosh,” Faith told Hazel. “It was amazing. Really amazing. Wait until you see Grant’s apartment. The view—ridiculous. And everywhere he goes, someone asks for his autograph or a picture. Watching him play…just, wow. I have no words. You will be so proud.”
Hazel smiled at Grant. “I’m looking forward to it.” She returned her gaze to Faith. “And the segment taping? How did it go?”
“So good.” She rolled her eyes as another gush of pleasure rolled through. “I still can’t believe how good.”
“She’s a natural.” Grant’s voice came from behind her just before his hands closed on her shoulders and slid down her arms. He leaned in and kissed her head. “And she looks gorgeous on camera.”
Hazel laughed. “I have no doubt.”
“When will you start taping shows?” Martin asked, stepping into the conversation.
Before Faith could answer, Kelly climbed onto the bar and shouted, “Grab your drinks and your significant others, everyone. We’ve got a minute until the New Year kicks in.”