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Epilogue

I tapped my pencil on the table and sighed quietly. I hated working up front, I would much rather be working in the back on the Camry that had come in today. I jotted down an appointment on the calendar. These days were always the longest.

The bell above the door rang and my gaze snapped up to see a blond teenager walk through the door a determined expression of her face.

"Quil isn't here, Claire." I mumbled.

"I know." she said and gazed at me levelly. My mind remembered the conversation I had with Emily a few days ago.

"Aw, shit." I hissed under my breath and I heard Nessie giggle from in the garage where she was no doubt watching Jacob work on the old Chevy that had come in the day before. "I can't tell you, Claire. I'm sorry."

Anger flared across the girls features. "Why not? Why can't I know?" She scowled, righteous indignation in her words.

"It's not my place to tell you." It wasn't.

"Kara, please." she pleaded ignoring my suggestion. I tapped my pen on my desk again. The conversation was getting on my nerves, but at least it was a distraction.

"Why don't you just ask Quil?" I sighed.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" she pulled at her hair in frustration. I felt sorry for her, I really did, so I threw her a bone.

"Now that is what you should be asking yourself." I gave her a half smile and resumed working on the books. Claire stood there for a few moments as that sunk in.

"Thank you, Kara." she nodded vaguely before she left still lost in thought.

When she was gone an annoyance walked out of the garage. "You shouldn't have told her that."

"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do." I snapped, glaring at the offending werewolf.

"Claire's a smart girl and…"

"Yeah, Embry, she's so going to guess werewolf first." I nodded sarcastically.

"Whatever." he sighed.

"I made a list of parts you need to pick up." I handed him the list and he looked it over.

"I'll get these tomorrow." she muttered, pocketing the list.

"Sure, sure." I muttered, waving a hand. This was probably the effect of spending to much time around Jake.

He plopped down in one of the spare chairs and propped his feet up on my desk.

"And they still wonder why you haven't imprinted." I gestured my head toward his feet with a raised eyebrow.

"Ha, ha. Very funny, Kara." he leaned back.

"Shouldn't you be working on the station wagon?" I asked. "I finished already."

I glanced at the clock because I wanted to go home, despite how fascinating this conversation was.

"Aw, Kara misses Paul." Embry teased. I grabbed my spare wrench off the table and smacked it across his knuckles because I had learned a long time ago that it was one of the only way to hurt a werewolf.

"Ow!" he yelped and I smirked, satisfied.

"I was going to offer to cover your shift, since I was done, but now I'm not going to." he mumbled nursing his knuckles.

It still shocked me when they were nice. It still shocked me when they treated me like the family I never had.

"Sure, Embry, sure you were." I twirled my pencil through my fingers.

"Just go, Kara." I sighed, shooing me out of my chair.

"I can't wait for the day you imprint." I smiled at him and tugged on my jacket. Embry really deserved to imprint. He nodded with a small frown on his face that said he thought that was never going to happen.

"See you tomorrow." I said before heading out the front door. I slipped in my car and headed home.

The house still looked the same, except for the rusty red car in the driveway. I pulled in next to it and hustled out of my car, eager to see Paul.

"Idiot, I'm home!" I called as I pulled open the front door, only to be attacked. Me feet were off the ground and Paul laughed his smile creasing his face in laugh lines. God, I loved that face.

"I can see that." He chuckled tossing me over his shoulder as he's done far too many times.

"You know I hate this." I muttered as he moved across the room, his arm around my legs, my elbows bumping into his back as he walked.

"I know that you pretend to hate this." I could hear the smile in his voice. And he was right, I did pretend to hate this.

I think that maybe I always pretend to hate this. I think I only pretended to hate him.

But, what can I say? He perfect. He puts up with my mood swings, my shit. I don't know what I do without him.

"So Mrs. Walker, what do you want to do tonight?" Paul asked as he stepped into the kitchen.

I couldn't help but smile, because I finally understood everything. I knew why I had lost everyone I had loved -so I could love him the way I did, no stops, no limits.

Some said there was a fine line between love and hate. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that it could ever be this good. Never did I ever think I would fall in love with Paul Walker.

But, sometimes it's the things you think will never happen that are the best.

"I want you to put me down." annoyance coated my words but I was still smiling.

He chuckled but complied and I kissed him.

It was a fairy tale, the kind that I used to tell Claire when I was over at Emily's, back when she was little and begged for stories. It was a fairy tale about a broken girl who falls in love with an angry werewolf.

In the story they always live happily ever after.