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Jonathan has showed himself in such a light I’ve never seen before. A different side of himself that’s the exact opposite of how I’ve always known him to be. Why didn’t I see it before?

“Sure.” I roll my eyes, I sniffle when more tears stream down my face.

He takes his hand in mine. “I do want to apologize to you about how I went about protecting you. At the time, I saw it as keeping you safe. But I understand now that was an invasion of your privacy.”

I wrap him in a tight hug. “I love you, Jonathan.”

“I love you too, little sister.”

Epilogue

Three months later

Dallas, TX

Jake

“Baby girl, we’re going to be late.” I try to get the Mia to finish putting on her makeup.

“Patience is a virtue, my love,” She lectures.

I playfully roll my eyes. “There goes that word again.”

“What? Patience?”

“You know that’s not in my vocabulary.”

“That’s for damn sure since you had to have me after I just took a shower.”

“It’s your fault for being so goddamn beautiful.”

Life with Mia is nothing short of perfect. She’s the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I see when I fall asleep. I fight with myself whether to ask her to marry me now or in a month when we’re at a location in Maui overlooking the sea. I’ve had my proposal planned for months, and the closerthat day approaches, the harder it is for me to keep it to myself. Of course, all that planning wouldn’t have been possible to do alone.

Kami and Kiera would murder me if I ruined the surprise.

Kiera’s wrath, even when she’s twenty weeks pregnant, is terrifying. Pregnant women are no joke.

Mia and I are still trying, but no luck so far. Whichever comes first, the ring or a baby, doesn’t matter to us.

“Okay.” I hear the clicking of Mia’s shoes before she appears in front of me. “I’m ready.”

“Good. Let me look at you.”

Mia comes into view wearing her favorite shade of purple. A lavender floor-length dress that accentuates all her curves. My favorite ones especially.

“You know, I think I should help you get out of that dress and not go anywhere tonight.” I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her close against me.

She gives me an incredulous look. “You’d like that now, wouldn’t you?”

“You know my favorite outfit on you is nothing at all.”

“Later,” she whispers in my ear. The sooner I get her home from the rehearsal dinner, the better.

A few minutes later, we arrive at Ian’s bar, the Brick. I open the passenger-side door for Mia, taking her hand in mine and helping her out of my truck.

She’s all but running in her tall heels. “Hurry.”

“Baby girl, don’t run. You could fall and hurt yourself.”

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