Page 301 of Heart of Frost and Scars

Monty rises, pulling me into his arms, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that seals the promise we just made. Leo and Kody are next, each kissing me with a tenderness that makes my chest ache even more.

When I finally pull back, Wolf is standing there with a crooked smile. A single tear carves a path through the dark makeup around his eyes.

“Look what you’ve done.” He points at his face and wipes the wetness from my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You’re not getting rid of us now, sweet cherry fairy.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I whisper back.

“Looks like they’re ready to get laid.” He nods behind me.

I turn, finding three gorgeous men, my husbands, waiting expectantly with coats in their hands.

“I gotta know.” He lowers his mouth to my ear. “When they’re sword-fighting, how much dick kissing is involved?”

“Wolf.”

“Three dicks. I can’t even fathom the man mess you have to clean up.”

“Stop.” I press my hand over his mouth, laughing. “Are you coming with us?”

His eyes pop wide, and I instantly regret my word choice.

He shakes his head, dislodging my hand. “I don’t want any part of that.”

“I meant, are you coming home with us?”

“No. Leo left me the keys to his yacht. I have ideas burning in my head. I’m going to walk over to the shop and work on some sketches.” He kisses my brow. “Don’t wait up.”

Given the three hooded stares in my direction, I’ll be up all night.

“Make those dick kissers beg for it.” Wolf takes my face in his hands and brings our foreheads together. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” I step back and glance at the women waiting for him at the bar. “Have fun stealing all the attention.”

He shrugs, walking backward with a roguish gleam in his eyes. “Can’t help it if the ladies love me.”

When he pivots toward them, I clutch the ring on my finger and walk to our family, my husbands, my forever.

70

Kodiak

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The cool Alaskan breeze carries the scent of salt and pine as we step onto Monty’s yacht. The deep velvet sky, studded with stars, reflects off the dark waters surrounding us.

The distillery sits behind us, the echoes of celebration still ringing in my ears. But here, the world feels smaller, more intimate.

Ours.

Frankie walks ahead, her red hair catching the moonlight, shimmering like fire in the dark. She glances back at us, her green eyes bright with emotion, her lips curved in a soft, inviting smile.

Monty’s hand rests on the small of her back, guiding her forward. Leo drapes an arm over her shoulders, his thumb brushing the side of her neck.

I follow behind, watching them, madly in love with them, each in a different way.

We reach the main bedroom, a space that Monty warned us away from all those months ago.

So much has changed since then.

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