Into You Series: The Complete Collection

Epilogue

CAMERON

Most people call me Cam, but my fiancée calls me Cameron. If you needed to use it in a sentence, it could be said as “Cameron, I love you,” “Cameron, unload the dishwasher,” and “Cameron, I want to ride you hard.” She loves that one. I love that one.

She’s sitting on our couch, feet folded underneath her, tablet resting on her lap, red hair pulled into a loose bun on the top of her head. Our beanbags are haphazardly resting on the floor in front of her with Hank’s head lying on one and Buddy’s tail whacking the other in anticipation to play.

I’m at my desk, sketching out a new floor plan for the warehouse at Treasuries Inc. They decided they needed an overhaul of the Beer Friday chapel, and I was happy to oblige.

The work is pro bono, but it’s the least I could do for the years of loyalty that company gave to me. Plus, I needed some way to pay my guilty debt to Nia for putting her through a recruiting nightmare after my sudden departure. Not sure she’s fully forgiven me, but Grace stepped up immediately and, from what I hear, the department has been running smoothly since then.

It doesn’t hurt that Grace and Nia formed some special work bond after my departure. Apparently, the HR Manager isn’t as prickly as she seems. “At least not all the time,” as Grace puts it.

I normally don’t do a lot of freelance work, as I’m still full-time at Mr. Feldman’s architecture firm. My contract was renewed after two years, and though I haven’t quite gotten that promotion yet, I figure I’ll just let things happen when they happen this time around.

Grace and I decided to move in together one month after I quit my job at Treasuries, Inc. I found a barren lot that Mr. Feldman’s company wanted to break ground on, and I guaranteed that my girlfriend and I could build a structure more worthy to stand there than just another set of cookie cutter apartments. For some reason, he believed me.

We made good on our word and built our unnecessarily extravagant house. I may have designed the layout, but Grace’s unique décor ultimately makes this place feel like home.

Hank is looking more white than golden at this point, but happy all the same. The two dogs have been decent roommates to each other. While Buddy hasn’t settled down in the slightest—still a puppy at heart—we’ve given Hank an appropriate accommodation for escaping when he needs to. The first thing we added to our house was an under-the-stairs cave for him, just as he had before at Grace’s old place

We separate our time nowadays by renovating the house, bouncing to and from dog parks, and prepping for our wedding. Eventually I bought a real ring. Weirdly enough, I still think she prefers the plastic one with the stuffed giraffe.

Do I regret sleeping with my employee? No. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Hell, I’d do it many times over on every desk in that office if I could. But I’ll just have to settle with the beanbag chair now proudly bearing an indentation of Grace’s ass.

She lifts her head from her tablet and smiles at me—a glow exuding from every part of her. Her eyes crinkle and her freckles hide behind the flush spreading across her face.

“What?” she asks.

“Nothing,” I shrug.

She starts to laugh. “No, what?”

“I’m just happy I took a chance.”

“Me too, Cameron,” she smiles. “Me, too.”

THE END