*
"You up for dinner?"
I looked down at my watch. We headed to the car, Marshal's hands filled with two hanging bags of accessories, perfumes, and gods knew what else. "It's late." I met his gaze. "I don't think we have time."
"Damn. Oh well. It's all good." He looked over at me with a slight smile. "This was fun. Haven't done it since Katie dragged my ass here to shop for her prom."
I looked away. "Yes. It was fun." But I wished Marshal could have had his sister back.
He nudged my arm with his shoulder. "Katie would've liked you, chicklit. I'm sorry you never got to meet her."
I took one of the hanging bags from him and enfolded his hand in mine. "I'm sorry you lost her."
Marshal kissed my hand before stroking it with his thumb. "Yeah, well, at least she can rest in peace now."
I smiled slightly, my hand increasing its pressure against his. It felt good to know I'd taken the horror of the revenge from him while giving him what he'd wanted for three years. Peace.