Epilogue
The telephone rang a few hours later, and Nic reached over Joel’s tired, sated body to pick up the bedside extension. “Hello?”
“Hi,” Aislinn said. “How’s it going?”
The smile in her friend’s voice made Nic suspect that Aislinn knew exactly how things were going, but she answered anyway. “Joel and I are back together.”
He smiled lazily up at her and reached up to touch her face, his hazel eyes glowing with physical satisfaction and a pure inner peace that she had never seen there before. Feeling exactly the same way, she smiled back at him.
“I’m very happy to hear that,” Aislinn said. “I’ll let you get back to…whatever you were doing.”
“What? No predictions?” Nic asked, only half teasing.
Aislinn’s voice was warm with affection when she replied, “I have a feeling it’s going to work this time. If I really were a psychic, I’m sure I would predict a lifetime of happiness for the two of you.”
Nic swallowed a lump in her throat. “Thanks, Aislinn. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
She hung up the phone, then nestled her cheek into Joel’s shoulder. “Aislinn predicts a bright future for us.”
“I’m glad to hear that. But your friend still makes me a little nervous, Nic.”
She chuckled. “She would be amused to hear that. I wonder how she and Ethan would feel about each other?”
Joel laughed. “Oh, man, you’re really crazy if you think you could pull off that match. Let’s just concentrate on our own relationship and let Aislinn and Ethan find their own destinies, shall we?”
“You’re probably right. It was just a thought.”
Joel’s hands slid slowly down her bare back, restoking embers that she thought they’d already extinguished for one evening. “I have a few thoughts of my own,” he murmured. “I love you, Nic.”
Forgetting about Aislinn and Ethan—and anyone else except this man she loved with her whole heart—Nic covered Joel’s mouth in a joyous, eager kiss.