Epilogue

Three weeks later...

The whole crew was at Smith's house and there was nothing he liked more than sitting back and watching the mayhem created by his brothers and sisters and their significant others and kids and stepkids and dogs. Only Ryan, who was pitching in Detroit, and Vicki weren't there.

"Everyone, this is it!" Lori called out. "If he nails this pitch, we win the World Series!"

Even the animals quieted down as Ryan looked in for the sign from the catcher, shook off the first two, then nodded yes to the third. He went into his windup and broke off a slow curve that split the plate in half. The batter was completely fooled, the bat frozen on his shoulder.

"Strike three!"

On the screen, even as the Hawks' players charged out of the dugout then jumped on each other like little boys in a sandbox, Ryan's entire focus was on Vicki as he blew a kiss up to her in the stands.

Lori hugged Megan and Summer. Chase and Chloe danced with baby Emma between them. Marcus and Nicola used the win as yet another excuse to kiss each other. Zach and Heather tried to calm down their overexcited dogs while Summer's poodle puppy peed in the middle of one of Smith's priceless Aubusson rugs. A very pregnant-with-twins Sophie and Jake stayed right where they were on the couch and everyone came over to hug and high-five them.

Smith danced his mother, Mary, into the kitchen. Together, they pulled several bottles of Marcus's finest champagne out of his wine refrigerator, along with a couple of bottles of sparkling apple juice for Sophie and Summer.

More cheers rang out as they popped open the corks. Once every glass was filled high enough for bubbles to skid across Smith's kitchen counter and everyone had a glass, Lori said, "To Ryan for winning the World Series!"

"And for winning Vicki's heart, too," Sophie pointedly added.

Everyone clinked to that, then relaxed back into their seats.

"So," Chase asked as he put down his glass and bounced his adorable little girl on his knee, "how's casting going?"

"Good," Smith said. "We've just signed Tatiana Landon."

"She was amazing in Midnight Lake," Chloe said.

"And she seems so sweet in her interviews," Heather added.

"I think she's pretty," Summer said. "Can I meet her?"

He ruffled her hair. "Of course you can."

His family was right. Tatiana was a talented, sweet, and beautiful twenty-one-year-old actress. Funny, then, that he hadn't given her a second thought since they'd signed the contracts.

No, it was Tatiana's older sister he couldn't stop thinking about.

Valentina Landon was a watchdog for her younger sister...and she clearly didn't trust him - or like him - one bit.

Smith had never let a woman distract him from his work. And given the fact that he was finally directing, producing, and starring in a movie in his home town, his focus was tighter than ever.

Still, none of that stopped him from wondering about what lay beneath Valentina Landon's armor as he grabbed a roll of paper towels from the kitchen then got down on his knees beside Summer to help her clean up the mess the poodle puppy had made of his rug.

~ THE END ~