Page 47 of Soulmates

Epilogue

Taylor

The old fortune teller,it turned out, was right about everything.

Miles did exactly what he promised he would do. He went back to the Mainland and promptly quit his job, sold his house, and packed a very small suitcase for the trip back to Kauai. It was a new beginning for him, and he said he didn’t need any of the clutter he had accumulated from his previous life. He got a job as a public defender, getting paid peanuts compared to his old salary, but he didn’t care. He was happy.

I’m sure the millions of dollars he had stashed in the bank from his days of being a once high-profile Los Angeles lawyer helped with his peace of mind as well.

The house he found for us was a quaint little cottage on a small hill overlooking the giant Pacific Ocean. It was perfect.

We got married on my birthday, exactly two years from the day we met. It was held on that same piece of open field where we had launched our kayak that fateful day, and where he had proposed to me. Friends and family alike kept prodding us for more details as to why we picked such a godforsaken place, but neither of us said a thing.

Sometimes it’s good to have secrets.

Oh, and right when we said our vows a strange mist rolled in from the sea, reminding me of lola Nora’s words:

I see a union in the mist, and children.

The children, of course. Kyle is now five, and Leilani is three. They can be a handful at times, but every so often we cart them off to visit grandpa John, who had found a new love in the form of Marcela, a beautiful Italian painter.

They met when she visited the Plantation B&B and fell in love with not just the place, but the man who ran it.

Finally, our own personal cave under the waterfalls still remains a secret from everyone else. One day, when our kids reach a certain age, we’ll tell them about it. We won’t say anything about what went on, and still goes on, in that cave.

I stand there now, at the mouth of the cave, naked, gazing at the waterfalls and the forest beyond. Miles comes up behind me, wraps his strong arms around me, and fondles my breasts. I feel him grow, and I smile to myself.

This bit of secret, I think, we will keep to ourselves, now and forever.