Page 109 of Finding Lord Landry

“Landry Davis… Davencourt… Whatever The Fuck, get your ass out here,” Foster boomed through the door. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

My chest filled with something vast and unshakable.

I wiped my eyes, took a steadying breath, and grinned.

Time to marry my husband.

As we all filed out, Foster muttered something about me being better off just becoming a Toma. I could only imagine the look on my father’s face if I even tried it.

Come to think of it, maybe he’d accept it better than Nan would.

Halfway down the hall to the family room, someone reached out and yanked me into a bedroom, slamming the door behind us.

Kenji was dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt and gray trousers with the slightest hint of a mustard and navy tweed plaid in it. His dark hair was pulled into a purposefully messy bun, and his collar was open just enough to reveal the dip between his collarbones.

He looked like someone who would upstage me on any runway.

“You okay, baby?” I shot him a smile that had to look smug as fuck. “I heard someone’s forcing us to get married today.”

His expression was serious. “I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous.”

My smile faded. “Hey. We don’t have to do anything you don’t?—”

Kenji stopped me with a kiss. “Nervous I won’t get this right.” He brought my hand to his lips, then met my eyes. “But marrying you? I have never been more sure of anything.”

He huffed out a laugh. “I may have been the last to know I’d been in a serious relationship for the last three years, but I see it so clearly now. Midnight snacks in my office. Lunch-break runs in the park. Bickering over takeout menus. Deep conversations abouteverything. Friday night sex that lasted until dawn on Saturday, and Saturday sex that turned into watching Sunday football on the sofa.”

He swallowed, pressing my hand to the center of his chest. “I tried so hard to keep you from getting in here, Landry. So fucking hard. I was terrified I’d let myself fall and would never get back up.” His lips curved slightly. “Turns out I fell a long time ago.”

He stepped back, then sank to his knees. “I know it’s cheesy, but I need you to know I am down on my knees begging because I love you more than I ever thought possible. I am yours for life, in whatever kind of life you want that to be. Everett Landry Davencourt, Viscount Hawling… will you marry me?”

I yanked him up and crashed my mouth into his, pulling him in so tight he had to hop up and wrap his legs around my waist.

“I love you,” he murmured against my lips. “Love you so much, Landry.”

The words poured over me, sinking into every parched, longing crack in my soul like cool rain after a drought.

“Of course I’ll marry you. You’re my fucking husband.” I pressed my forehead to his. “But next time, baby, can you wait for me before flying off without saying a word?”

“Did you worry I was leaving you?” His eyes searched mine. “I saw the headlines. Right now, I might be in Mallorca with Jamie Winthrop?—”

I snorted. “Cora might have something to say about that. No, Kenji,” I said more seriously. “I didn’t doubt for one second that you were off fixing things for me?—”

“Forus,” he corrected. “Because fixing things for the people I love is what I do.” He shrugged. “And we were kind of in a time crunch, you know?”

This man. This impossible man.Myimpossible man.

“How’d you even know I’d come?” I wondered.

Kenji slid down until he was back on his own feet. “Because I needed you. And being there when the people you love need you is whatyoudo.” He brushed a lock of hair off my forehead. “You’re very dependable that way… even if it took me way too long to figure it out.”

“I do love you,” I whispered. “More than life.”

“I know,” Kenji said simply. “Now, c’mon. Everyone’s waiting for us.”

He tried tugging me toward the door, but I resisted. “You should know, I told Teddy I don’t want to be an MP. I withdrew my name from consideration.”

“Wait, really?” Kenji looked more concerned than surprised. “What about your family’s legacy? I was serious when I said I wanted to help you accomplish your dreams?—”

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