Page 92 of Marrying Mr. Majestic

His eyes were bright with humor. “No, I know. It’s just… at first, after Vegas, I wouldn’t let the guys refer to you as my husband. Kenji started calling you my legal spouse. It’s weird hearing you say it. It sounds so cold now.”

“Were you embarrassed by me, Mr. Concannon?” Of course, I understood. In those early days after Vegas, we were both freaked-out by what we’d done. But Silas must not have realized I was joking.

“Never,” he said emphatically. “I promise.”

I caressed his cheek. “I was teasing.”

“I love you,” he said just as emphatically. The words coiled warmly in my stomach.

“I know. And I still can’t believe it.”

He leaned up to kiss me for a long, precious moment. “Believe it.”

“What does this mean for us, though?” I pulled back and looked around at his bedroom, the city outside the window, barely lit with the sunrise. “You obviously have a life here. And mine is back in Majestic.”

Silas moved to sit up, propping himself against the pillows before pulling me close. “When I came back here last night, I realized it no longer felt like home to me. Home is with you. That’s where I want to be.”

“How will you manage your job? I know it hasn’t been easy since you’ve been at my place.”

He grasped my hand and teased my fingers with his. “I have a plane. There’s a small airport outside of Majestic. We can keep this apartment, and maybe you can come with me when I need to be here for meetings.” His expression was hopeful, and I saw a vulnerability in it Silas rarely showed.

“What about the ranch? I have to feed the horses every day. I mean… sometimes my sisters can do it, but I?—”

Silas bit his lip, but I could see his eyes dancing. “Did I mention I had a billion dollars? Maybe we could hire a permanent ranch hand or twelve to help carry the load?”

Heat flooded my face as I realized the ramifications of his wealth. “Holy fuck.”

“It’ll take you a while to wrap your head around it. It’s been years, and we’re all still coming to terms with it. Poor Rowe—that’s Bash’s boyfriend—still insists on paying for his own meal when we all go out to eat. Drives Bash batshit.”

I couldn’t imagine ever being able to wrap my head around it. “I don’t want your money, Silas.”

“Well then, I guess we’re going to have our first big marital spat because I don’t plan on keeping it from you. And I sure as fuck don’t plan on allowing you to keep killing yourself on that ranch without help.”

“Dev said he’d stick around. He has some ideas for improving our breeding program.”

Silas nodded. “That would be good for him. He’s happy there, and I know you enjoy his company as much as I do.”

“I do. But my point is, maybe the improved breeding program will increase profits enough to hire help.”

He opened his mouth to argue with me but then stopped. “Sure, babe. Sounds good.”

I barked out a laugh. “You ass. That’s not what you really wanted to say.”

He grinned, causing the pillowcase marks to crinkle next to his eye. “No. What I really wanted to say was don’t be stubborn. But I also know we don’t need to decide this now. Anyone looking for a job in Majestic is hopefully already busy helping with the exhibition anyway. We’ll figure it out after things die down later this summer. In the meantime, we’ll need to figure out how to add on to the house. As much as I love the place, I kind of need a place to put my clothes. Running out to the SUV for a change of clothes in summer isn’t too bad, but it would be much less comfortable in winter.”

I leaned in and kissed his mouth before pulling back. “We can move into the big house. Sheridan and Bo moved out.”

His forehead creased in concern. “But you love your little house.”

“I do. But I love you more. Way more.” I imagined living with Silas in the house I grew up in. “But maybe…”

“Maybe what? Tell me.” He reached out to run his fingers through my hair.

I inhaled. “Maybe I do want to spend some of your money after all.”

He snickered. “Ahh. And so it begins. You were after me for my money all this time. You sly minx!”

I shoved him and ended up falling on top of him when his arms stole around me. I kissed him again because his lips were simply too tempting to resist.

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