“Really?” She’d hugged him then, much to his acute embarrassment. Pat didn’t do emotion.
“It makes good business sense,” he‘d said, gruffly.
The FBI still hadn’t apprehended Alek Markov, who was rumored to be living off the grid in Panama or somewhere, but they had rounded up a whole bunch of bad guys, thanks to Damian’s help, and so his record had been officially expunged. He was finally free.
That’s when they’d decided to get married.
They had a small, intimate reception on the patio. Fairy lights twinkled above them, casting a warm glow over the gathering. They danced in each other’s arms like there was nobody else around. The world faded away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a moment they would cherish forever.
Finally, one by one, the guests left, drifting away into the night until they were alone.
Damian smiled, and she recognized that gleam in his eye. “How does it feel to be Mrs. Damian Clayton, for real this time?”
She laughed. “It’s how I always dreamed it should be.”
“No regrets?”
She glanced up at the stars beginning to twinkle in the darkening sky and thought about Jaden. Nothing would diminish what they’d had, but she sensed his presence now, shining down on her. He’d be happy for her, of that she was certain.
“No regrets,” she whispered.