Page 108 of Finding Lord Landry

Kenji’s face softened for half a second before he rolled his eyes and pulled away. “Dammit, stop looking at me with that expression, or we’ll never get it done in time. Now, go change your clothes into something that works for both a wedding and a global network interview.”

He turned to hurry back into the house. My eyes went straight to his tight little ass.

I’d thought there was nothing hotter than watching Kenji Toma run the world, but I’d been wrong.

Watching him “magic” us a wedding was ten times hotter.

Foster caught up to me, still grumbling. “Stop being so in love. It’s disgusting.”

“Don’t think I won’t want the details about your Mr. Almost Right,” I warned as he passed me carrying my suitcase with one burly arm.

“It’sDr. Almost Right,” he muttered. “And I promise you, we’ll never discuss him again.”

As I entered the familiar house, Zane, Silas, Dev, and Bash all rushed me back to my bedroom and shoved clothes at me. I recognized the outfit as the one I’d worn for Christmas dinner and then left here. Since this house was kind of a second home for me, it was easier to leave an extra set of everything here on the off chance I could zip to Wyoming between jobs.

I wondered what it would be like now that I was more in control of my own schedule.

I guessed the answer depended on what Kenji wanted.

“Are you drunk?” Bash murmured as he leaned in to adjust a strand of my hair that had gotten displaced when I yanked the sweater over my head. I could smell traces of coffee on his breath. “Because I don’t think I’ve seen anyone this happy to be force-married in my life.”

I grinned at him, unsure if my cheeks would ever relax again. “Have you seen anyone force-married?”

Bash smirked and opened his mouth?—

“Don’t say it,” Silas warned. “I was drunk, and you know it. I still maintain Vegas puts some kind of get-married drug in their drinks. Why else would so many people do it? It’s weird.”

Zane had full-on heart-eyes. “I think it’s amazing. You and Kenji, both so clearly in love.Finally.”

I tugged my cuffs, smoothing my sweater. “Do I look marriageable?”

“You’ll do.” Dev pushed off the wall and brushed invisible lint from my shoulders. “I’m so fucking happy for you.” His voice was thick with emotion. “You deserve each other. And I don’t mean that the way it sounds.”

Everyone chuckled, stepping in to slap me on the back and fidget with my appearance.

I’d dreamed of a moment like this. Being surrounded by the men who loved me most in the world—with the sole exceptions of my father and Kenji. No longer having to hide who I was or who I loved. Getting ready to celebrate something real. Something joyful. Something forever.

My eyes burned. “I’m so sorry for not telling you guys. About London, about the earldom. About…” I stopped to take a shaky breath. “I was so afraid of losing you.This. What we have.”

Bash’s hand landed on my shoulder, firm and steady, like the big brother he’d always been to me. “I want to say it doesn’t matter that you’re a motherfuckingviscount—”He rolled his eyes dramatically. “—but it does. It matters because it’s a part of you. And I—we—love you.”

“But if you think this means we’re calling youmy lord,” Dev said gruffly, “then… you’re absolutely right. I plan to beobnoxiousabout it.”

My laughter came out slightly soggy. “I’d expect nothing less.”

“If my brother is a viscount,” Silas mused, “what does that make me?”

“Still a pain in the ass,” Zane said cheerfully, then yelped when Silas pretended to lunge for him.

“This Brotherhood has been the greatest gift of my life. Until now,” I added. “Thank you. For standing by me.”

Dev smirked. “Where else would we be…?”

“Don’t do it,” Silas and Bash warned in unison.

“…my lord?”

Laughter exploded around us, unrestrained and giddy.

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