Page 236 of Heart of Frost and Scars

What now?

I glance at her, but she’s not looking at me. Her mouth hangs open as she stares at something behind me.

Oh, no.

My neck stiffens, and I close my eyes. I don’t have the strength to resist any of them tonight.

“The Viking?” I whisper.

“Mm-hmm.” She grabs my elbow, drawing my gaze to her. “The Viking, the billionaire, and the caveman. Prepare yourself, honey. You’re not ready.”

I turn, and my heart stops.

Utterly stunned, I can’t move. Can’t breathe. The shock is so profound it takes a second for my mind to catch up with my body.

Standing there, together as a unified front, are Monty, Leo, and Kody. And they’re smiling.

Three grins on three beautiful faces.

They’re smiling and staring at me expectedly, and it’s goddamn contagious.

This isn’t real.

I’m hallucinating.

“Told you.” Letty pushes my jaw closed. “Don’t forget to breathe. Don’t want you passing out.”

She doesn’t know the details of my breakup. She only knows I’ve been sleeping in the on-call room while these three men try to drag me out.

She doesn’t know what this means.

They’re all here. Together.

Shimmery, sunshiny joy bursts through me. The grin on my face stretches so wide it hurts my cheeks. Tears of pure happiness blur my vision, but I don’t care.

All I can do is laugh, and the sound startles me. I cover my mouth.

I can’t believe it. After all this time, all the pain, the setbacks, the nights spent dreaming and hoping—it’s finally happening.

The reality hits me with such force that I stagger back a step, needing a moment to steady myself.

I feel alive, more alive than I’ve ever felt, every sense heightened and vibrant.

This is it.

This is what it feels like to have a dream come true.

“Time to come home.” Monty extends a hand, exuding enough authority to make my knees weak.

His perfectly styled hair, as black as a moonless night, frames his face with that square jawline I love so much. Goosebumps race across my skin as his arctic blue eyes lock onto mine. He’s a fantasy brought to life in his fitted suit.

And he’s waiting for me.

Here goes nothing.

I walk right up to him, bypassing his hand to lift on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his mouth. Chaste and quick. A kiss to test the waters.

He responds, his lips firm and commanding, a promise of things to come.

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