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He touches Hope’s dark hair with his tiny fingers, then leans in and kisses her softly on the forehead.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to seeing how beautiful they are together or the sheer love he holds in his gaze for her.

“Let her sleep, okay?”

Davey nods and snuggles against me again, a peaceful quiet settling over everyone in the room.

And for the first time since I met them, it feels like it might last.

Camille slides down in the bed on her side, resting her head on the pillow facing us, and releases a contented sigh. Her blue gaze stays locked on mine, and the longer we stare at each other, the harder the question knocks at my brain.

The thing I’ve been wanting to ask her since I first realized I had feelings for the beautiful widow Bower.

“Did you ever think we’d end up here after we made that bargain?”

The corners of her lips twitch up. “No.” She shakes her head. “Definitely not. But I’m glad we did. It would have been a much different outcome if I had pulled that trigger.”

Epilogue

Four Years Later

CAMILLE

Dalton tightens his grip on my hand, leading me through the trees on the narrow, barely defined path. Sunlight filters through the canopy, bright spots illuminating what would otherwise be dark due to the lush spring cover the leaves provide.

Birds chirp from their perches above, and a light warm breeze occasionally flows between the trunks, lifting the loose strands of my hair that always seem to fall out of the bun at the back of my head.

As much as I love this little hike and time alone with Dalton, away from the kids, the fact that he’s being so secretive about today has been annoying me since we left them at the lake with Pops. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?”

He gives me that playful, boyish grin that always makes him lookexactlyhis age. “You’ll see.”

I huff, allowing him to keep moving us forward. “You know I’m not the biggest fan of surprises…”

He pauses mid-step and turns back, tugging me up against him. His hard, lean body aligns perfectly with mine, and I press my hands to his bare chest and let them drift down over his rippling abs.

No matter how irritated I might be, I willneverpass up an opportunity to touch him when he’s like this—open shirt, jeans that hang dangerously off his hips, and that sexy smirk that always promises something incredible is coming.

I know that look all too well.

Dalton kisses my neck, sending a shiver through me, despite the unseasonably warm spring day. His breath tickles my skin, and I shift restlessly against him. “You liked the surprise I had for you last night.”

Hell…

I sure did.

A wicked rush of heat floods my body, and my pussy clenches at the memory of how he showed up while I was soaking in the tub…

And then made meverydirty before he cleaned me up again.

The little needy sigh that slips from my lips as I tilt my head, giving him better access, is downright embarrassing. This man can so easily turn me into putty with a simple word, look, or touch.

There isn’t any use trying to deny it.

Or how much I enjoyed last night.

Four times…

“That I did, but that’s beside the point…”

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