“Wolfe! Here, boy, it’s time to eat!” Placing my fingers between my teeth, I let out a loud whistle. “Wolfe!” I yell again and stomp through the snow.

The door to Keegan’s new black F250 truck slams shut. “He’s probably out back playing with the deer.” He greets me with a kiss. “Hey, baby.” His warm smile melts my heart.

“Hey yourself. We really need to fence in the yard. Wolfe keeps tracking further out.”

He chuckles. “Well, border collies are herding dogs.”

“Yeah, but I think he thinks that family of deer belong to him. He and the fawns are always chasing one another. I’m afraid they are going to fall through the ice.”

“Let me get Emmalyn’s new guitar out of the back and bring it inside. I’ll help you chase him down.”

“She is going to be so surprised.” I’m so excited for her I’m clapping my hands.

“It’s not often a sixteen-year-old girl asks for a guitar instead of a car for her birthday.”

“I can’t believe she’ll be sixteen tomorrow. I’ve not had near enough time with her.”

“She adores you.” He kisses my forehead and heads to the porch.

I wrap my jacket tightly around myself and head through the thick snow to find Wolfe. As I follow his footprints, my mind drifts over the last four years.

I packed up everything I owned with the help of Keegan the day I found out I was Timber. There was no more fighting it. He had been right all along.

From the moment I walked into his parents’ house, I felt nothing but love. Emmalyn never shed a tear. She loved me the moment she saw me just like her father did. I felt the same for her. Never once has she blamed me for leaving her.

I still have no memories from the time I lost, and I more than likely never will. The loss tugs at me when I see videos or pictures of Emmalyn as a child. I wish I could have been there for those years, but I’m more than thankful I have them now.

It’s funny how fate works. If Keegan had not written me those letters trying to find Wolfe’s sister, I would still be clueless as to my past. How ironic that I ended up being both his wife and the twin sister to his best friend. Fate had a hand in all of it from the time the two of them became best friends.

Even though I had no memories of being here, I felt a sense of belonging the first time I stepped foot in this cottage. Keegan moved the three of us here shortly after I came back. I was in shock when he showed me the music room he had remodeled for me. It used to be my music room, but was cleaned out and locked after he thought I was dead. Somehow, he knew I would come back to him. He bought a dog to complete our little family. Emmalyn insisted on naming him Wolfe.

We thought about having another child, but I felt like I didn’t want to take one more minute away from Emmalyn than I already had. I love my family.

Two weeks after the whirlwind move, we got married at Honeymoon Bridge. It was just our family and Paul. It was very simple, and the weather was perfect. The flowers that lined the lake had already started to bloom. The twinkling lights on the bridge made it seem like a fairy tale. I laugh to myself because I feel like my life has been a fairy tale and Prince Charming came along and kissed me, giving me my beautiful life back.

I glance at the tattoo surrounding my ring finger. Keegan’s name is on top, and Emmalyn’s is underneath. He teases me and says it’s in case I’m ever lost again, he doesn’t want to have to convince me that I belong to them. He had the name “Shay” added to his tattoo band. He insisted that I go by Shay and not Timber because it was what I was comfortable with and who I had become.

I couldn’t ask for a better husband, friend, or extraordinary lover. Not to mention, a loving father to our daughter. It’s not too often that you get the chance to truly fall in love twice in a lifetime, much less to the same man. My heart could never belong to anyone else other than Keegan, even when I was someone else.

“There you are,” I call after the dog. He comes bouncing over when he finally sees me. “Good boy.” I rub the top of his head, and he licks me.

Keegan whistles behind me, and he takes off through the snow to get him. I slowly make my way back to them.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks.

“Nothing, why?”

“Your eyes are misted over.”

He misses nothing when it comes to me. “I was just thinking about my past and where I am today, feeling very blessed.”

“There’s that gorgeous smile that I love.” He runs his cold fingers down the side of my face. “Let’s get inside before we freeze to death.” He wraps his arm around my waist.

“I could think of a few ways you could prevent that from happening,” I tease him.

“We do have a good hour before Emmalyn makes it back.”

“Mmm…can we make love in front of the fireplace?” I look up at him, and his eyes are already heated.

“Baby, I’ll make love to you right here in the snow, if that’s what you want.” He laughs.

“I wouldn’t want your ass hanging out and getting frostbite, much less your other parts. I say we stick to the warmth of the fire.”

“I’m good with that,” he says, and we walk arm in arm inside the house. The door is barely locked before we are naked in each other’s arms.

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The End