She looked at Roman. “You were right about one thing.”

“Only one?”

“The night of the autumn gala, you said Connor was boring me.”

Roman smiled. “And?”

Harper rested her head briefly against his shoulder. “I finally moved on.”

Together they walked into the crowd — not as a discarded woman and the dangerous man who had claimed her, but as two people who had chosen to build something stronger than the wreckage that brought them together.

Behind them, snow fell over East Harbor. Ahead of them, the lights stayed on.

THE END.