Oh, they still had their fights, but making up was icing on the cake. He told Marshal he didn’t need a yes man and what he had now was so far from that and so much more.
His possessive bodyguard was back.
Feeling his gaze, Marshal’s head lifted. Today, the man had forgone his cowboy hat and that thick rich head of hair was swept away from his forehead. Perfectly groomed hair covered the man’s face and blue eyes were alive as they met and held his gaze across the distance.
Possessiveness filled Marshal’s gaze.
Some might find the man intense.
But honestly?
Ryker wouldn’t have Marshal any other way.
They’d been through so much and had come so far.
And he knew without a doubt that he would love Marshal for the rest of his life without fail.
THE END