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And then I heard, “I love you, Drake.”

The first time he’d spoken those words was earlier that day, when we’d been sitting in the Adirondack chairs outside, viewing the mountains. A feeling had come over me when I’d processed what he’d said, when that admission had settled in my chest, when the same words worked their way through my throat, and I’d finally voiced them.

The same thing happened again.

But this time, deeper.

Stronger.

His affection having even more potency.

Because the first time was a surprise, but the second time was a confirmation.

“You’re right,” I whispered. “It just got so much better.”

EPILOGUE

Easton

Drake asked me to meet her at a coffee shop not far from the office in the heart of the Back Bay. I was running a few minutes late. Since Holden had taken Belle to Disney to celebrate the international rollout and Grayson was in Saint-Tropez doing the same, there was a lot to hold down.

Especially because the last month had been the most successful in Hooked’s histor