Chapter 34: Epilogue
Six months later
Kenzie held on to Royce's back as his motorcycle cruised down the private road toward their homeDevereaux House. She peered at the mansion through her helmet visor and sighed. She never got tired of looking at it. The gabled roofs and endless halls full of priceless paintings and lavish bedrooms and the study where Royce worked. It had all become a part of her life in the best possible way. He pulled up in front of the mansion and killed the engine. Kenzie let go of his hips and slid off. The sight of him astride the bike with his helmet, jacket, and jeans was utterly sinful.
He pulled the visor up. "What's up, babe? You're looking at me funny."
"I'm just picturing how much I want you to bend me over the pool table tonight."
He took off his helmet, leaving his hair playfully tousled, but his expression was hungry and serious.
"Are you asking me to fuck you, Dr. Martin?"
"Oh, most definitely, Dr. Devereaux."