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It has brilliant blue eyes.

Calls me Princess.

And loves me exactly as I am.

Epilogue 3-Bit

Five Years Later

People still laugh when I tell them there are cowboys in New Jersey.

“Oh sure,” they'll say. “Like on television?”

Nope.

Better.

Real ones.

The kind with rough hands, dirty boots, stubborn streaks a mile wide, and hearts so soft for their families they'd move heaven and earth to keep them safe.

I smile as I lean against Sawyer's side, his arm automatically settling around my waist.

Ir’s been five years since Micah and Sloane got together. Since Benji and Esme reunited.

Six whole years since I wandered onto Jersey Iron Ranch looking for a place to hide.

And I’ve never been happier.

It’s funny how life works, isn’t it?

Sometimes the place you hide ends up becoming the place you finally belong.

The ranch has changed.

Expanded.

More acreage.

More barns.

More champion bulls than any of us imagined when Sawyer first bought this place.

Jersey Iron genetics now ship all over the country.

People know our name.

Respect it.

Compete to buy our stock.

The magazines call us innovators.

Industry leaders.

Pioneers.

Sawyer pretends he doesn't read the articles.