“For my dad,” I said, and handed the mic to the woman.
She gave me a nod. “For Phil,” she added, lifting the mic in the air. Everyone who had drinks lifted theirs up, and I felt a tear fall down my cheek when everyone repeated For Phil. I’d taken away a funeral for these people. They never had the chance to say goodbye. Tonight must’ve been that night.
The music started back up, and everyone resumed what they were doing before. I moved to the side of the dance floor, away from the crowd, swiping at my cheeks. Wash, Crane, and Bones followed me, surrounding me like my knights in shining armor.
“And you were worried about the play,” Bones spoke, shaking his head. “You do good in front of crowds, Kat.”
I let out a skeptical chuckle, blinking away the excess water in my eyes.
“Now, what I’m sure we’re all wondering,” Bones paused, glancing to Wash and Crane, “is who’s going to get to dance with you, first?”
“As if we all won’t get a turn,” Crane scoffed, adjusting his bowtie, and acting like a total dweeb in the process. “You uncultured swine.”
“That’s mean,” Bones remarked. “Don’t talk about Wash like that.”
“I wasn’t—”
As Crane and Bones got into it, I found my eyes drifting to the tall, dark, and handsome man standing near us quietly. I offered my arm to Wash, figuring Crane and Bones would be at it for a while, and by the time they stopped, we’d already be on the dance floor, doing a square dance or whatever it was these people were doing.
Wash stepped forward, grabbing my hand, and together we headed into the crowd. We took the same position everyone else had, doing our best to mimic them. Wash only stepped on my toes a few times. Not nearly as bad as I expected.
This place, these people—Sleepy Hollow had become my home. No matter what happened next, no matter what shit life threw at us, I knew without a doubt it would be fine. Nothing else mattered except being here, with my men, surrounded by people who at one time I thought were just as kooky as my dad.
I’d found a home in Sleepy Hollow, one I wasn’t expecting. I’d found three loves, none of which I wanted, at first. I’d found my purpose, and it wasn’t to work at a retail store for a shitty pay. No, I was meant for so much more. I always was.
I was Kat Aleson, the daughter of the loveable town fool Philip Aleson, the new and improved Katrina. I had Irving Crane, Brom Brunt, and Washington by my side. This life was only just beginning. For the first time ever, I couldn’t wait to see what my future held.
Hopefully a threesome.
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