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I’ll never tire of hearing those words from him.

Aidan is an amazing man. Being loved by him feels like I’ve accomplished something great.

“Maybe this is terrible timing, but I feel like it needs to be stated. I want to be with you, Aidan. Forever. I know the plan was for me to return to London, but plans can be changed. I want a real, permanent relationship with you.”

“That’s what I want too. I just wasn’t sure if I could ask you to do that. You know I can’t leave Chicago.”

I blow out a breath, relieved. My voice softens. “I would never expect you to leave your career, your family. And you can ask me anything, just so you know. I’ll jet across the world weekly to be with you if I have to.”

Aidan laughs. “We’ll figure it out. It’s worth it.”

“It is. You’re worth it to me.”

“And so is Elise. Now get your ass on a plane and come home to us.”

Home.

I’ve never had much of one.

But if home is where the heart is, then my place is with Aidan, Elise, and Blake.

In freezing fucking Chicago.

I give an emphatic nod that he can’t even see.

“I’ll be there in ten hours. Then we’ll go get our girl and talk some sense into her.”

CHAPTER 33

Elise

I stare at the dress hanging on the new rack Simon bought me.

It’s mocking me.

I’ve been so productive lately. I’ve finished two dresses in less time than I expected. It’s like the guys have been my muses and after they came over and found me drowning in fabric and plans, everything has been on track and better than ever.

Until now.

It’s come to a screeching halt. And I know exactly who to blame.

My new husband.

My new husband.

The one I said I do to this morning. The one I realized I’m madly in love with this morning. The one who I just had blow-my-mind sex with. The one who just left me here afterward. Alone.

That was the fucking plan, calm down.

It was. It was the fucking plan.

The getting married thing was just one thing on both of our To Do lists today. I was also supposed to finish this dress. He was supposed to go through his pre-game routine. I was supposed to order…something. He was supposed to pick up toothpaste and socks.

It was going to be a normal day.

Except that I’m now somebody’s wife.

And I have absolutely no idea what I was supposed to order. Probably something really important though.

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