Just a small epilogue, because one of my reviewers wanted one (and because I can't leave well enough alone!) I'm already chomping at the bit to write another story and the poll results were 2:1 in favor of a sequel, so a sequel it is.

EPILOGUE – SORT OF...KIND OF...

Maggie yawned and opened her eyes. The sun was rising and the light peeking in the windows cast a pinkish hue throughout the room. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was. She was in Daryl's room and in Daryl's bed. She glanced to where Daryl had been sleeping next to her just a few hours ago. He was gone. She frowned, but had she really thought he would actually wake her up to say goodbye? No, she had known that he wouldn't.

He had left his pillow and Maggie could see the indentation in it where he'd laid his head. She reached over and grabbed it and pulled it close to her face. She could smell him on it. Pine trees, soap and Big Sexy Hair. Maggie hugged the pillow to her chest and buried her nose in the top of it and inhaled deeply.

She became aware of the weight of a blanket covering her to just above her knees and she glanced down to see Daryl's tan, black and red serape draped over her lower legs. She reached out a hand and ran her fingers over the rough fabric.

Maggie saw something out of the corner of her eye that caught her attention and she moved her gaze to the nightstand next to the bed. She saw what Daryl had left for her and she smiled as tears filled her eyes. He really did care about her. A small, heart-shaped stone leaned against the bottom of a water filled Yukon Jack bottle. In the bottle, their bright blooms contrasting with their dark green stems, stood four orange and black, wild tiger-lillies.