Page 148 of Puck Princess

But the one thing I know I can believe in is Owen. I sink against his chest and sigh.Home.

On the other side of the room, Kennedy and Lance keep eyeing each other.

He offers her a lazy smile.

She bites back a smirk.

Finally, she throws her hands up with a sigh and crosses the room. “Fine! Thank you.”

She hugs him, and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Lance light up the way he does when Kennedy’s arms are around him. “Anytime.”

She pulls back and holds a finger in his face. “But this changes nothing.”

“Of course.”

“I still hate you.”

He grins. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She shoves him away, and the room goes quiet. For the first time in as long as I can remember, there’s nothing to do. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to plan.

“I need to get out of this hospital,” Kennedy blurts. “It’s bumming me out.”

“I can order an Uber,” Lance offers.

She narrows her eyes at him. “We aren’t going to the same place.”

“We could be.” He grins. “I need a drink.”

“So do I,” she admits grudgingly.

When Lance arches a brow, Kennedy rolls her eyes, but doesn’t argue.

“What about us?” Owen whispers against my ear. “Should I get us a hotel room? We can’t go back to the apartment tonight.”

“I don’t even want to. I just want to be with you.”

Owen nods, kissing my hair. “I’ll get us somewhere with a hot tub and a masseuse. Somewhere you can relax.”

I squeeze him closer, breathing in the sweet, spiced scene of him. “As long as you’re there, I’m happy.”

“That I can do.”

The room is perfect. It’s a suite on the top floor with a walk-in shower, a monstrously large bed, and all the privacy we could ask for.

After a long, indulgent shower, Owen pampers me with a massage. He smooths lotion into my skin and works out my knots one at a time. It’s wild how such a simple gesture helps mefeel human again. I melt into the goose down comforter and let out a sigh I’ve been holding in for hours.

“We are going to be okay,” Owen says, his voice low and soft.

“Are you sure?”

He nods, kissing me on the lips. “I’m positive. I swear it. Because I love you and I love our daughter and I’m never going to let anyone hurt either of you. You are mine.”

“Forever?” I ask, sleep threatening to carry me away.

Owen pulls the comforter up to my shoulders, snuggling me in. “And ever and ever.”

Right now, it’s still hard to believe it could be over. But I know it’s true.

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