Epilogue -

Firelight flickered in the open hearth at the other side of the loft, bathing the room in a warm, orange glow.

Stretching languidly, Caitlin wiggled her toes against the blankets, more content than she'd been in a long time. Her fingers tangled with Hawke's, his thumb brushing idly against the delicate skin of her knuckles.

This was perfection, she thought.

It didn't stop her from giving him grief though, the slightest, small grin teasing her lips.

"Hey, String," Cait murmured. "Are there any other women I need to know about?"

He grinned, pulling her closer in his arms, his blue eyes wicked as he rolled her beneath him in a tangle of blankets. He chuckled, "Now Cait, you know you're the only woman in my life."

"Better be," she whispered, suddenly serious.

His lips claimed hers in a kiss that shared more than his words ever could. "You are," he promised.