Epilogue

SADIE

Three years later…

My husband in a perfectly tailored suit was drool-worthy. In a blue military uniform, damn, my uterus just contracted. He always took my breath away, even after years of marriage.

Cenric was finally called. He gripped my hand before he rose and walked to the stage to receive his award.

I turned to my side to look at my guys, applauding their brother. Cenric was awarded Humanitarian of the year for his philanthropic works and considerable donations to the military.

“Once a Marine, always a Marine,” he quoted. “I’m proud to have services this wonderful nation. I would always help and support my brothers in service and our people.” He looked at his award. “Thank you for recognizing my humble works.” He then found me in the audience. “Semper Fidelis.”

I rose from my seat just like everyone and applauded him. His brothers in arms loved him—they admired him. So did I. I couldn’t be even prouder for him as my husband, my anchor,