Izzie Six Months Later Wolfe wraps me in his strong arms, holding me tightly. “It’s all over now. You don’t have to ever think about this again.” I hope he’s right, although you never know what the future holds when it comes to criminal court cases. Jess has already warned me about this, and as a true crime reporter, she should know. He shields me with his body as we leave the courthouse and face a wall of reporters outside, waiting for soundbites. Once we’re safely multiple blocks away and in his black dually, he pulls me into his lap, cradling me and kissing me. His big hands thread through…

Faith Five Years Later The thrill of the auction block action blows me away, and I see yet again why Travis can’t get enough of it. We’re at the Russo and Steele Collector Automobile Auction in Newport Beach, California, one of the premier collector car shows and auctions in the country. It’s unmatched when it comes to the sheer volume and variety of incredible rides. Travis has already gotten top-dollar and then some for three immaculately restored vehicles—a 1962 VW Karmann Ghia Type 34, a 1967 Shelby GT350, and a 1972 Porsche 911 Carrera RS 2.7—and is happily shooting the breeze with some of the most recognized car collectors in the…

Zane Five Years Later Ruby’s not in a mood for listening, and she’s as stubborn as her mama. She wants to be smack-dab in the middle of the barrel racing competition even though I’ve explained to her she needs to be patient and wait until she gets older. But the tempestuous little raven-haired beauty won’t listen, even after I promise her a funnel cake before the bullriding starts. Her bottom lip’s sticking out now, and it’s hard to be angry at her because she’s Rebecca’s doppelgänger. The result? I spoil her too much, something that my wife points out on the regular. But honestly, all my girls have me wrapped…

Cricket Four Months Later My heart beats out of my chest as I watch Christian walk up the long driveway to our cabin. He’s tanned and tall and absolutely breathtaking in his crisp sheriff’s uniform and white Stetson. Although I now wear his ring on my finger, I still pinch myself daily that this cowboy is mine. I know he feels the same way about me because he tells me all the time. It’s hard to think back on all the wasted years between us. I know this is something that could eat away at both of us if we let it. But I have to remind myself that every…