Page 60 of My Knight

She shrugged again. “I think he’s good, too. He just needs to weed through his info better.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

“You’re seriously sitting here critiquing Leo Banachi.”

“Hey, he’s married to Brynn, right? So obviously he has good judgment.”

“Because he married Brynn?” I chuckled.

She leaned down and kissed me, soft and slow. “Yup. You can tell a lot about a man from the woman he chooses.”

My smile faded into something warmer. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “All the guys in the club are good because their ol’ ladies are amazing.”

I thought about that. Poppy. Sloane. Adalee. Dani. Olive. Fallon. Dove.

She wasn’t wrong.

“So what does it say about me that I chose you?” I asked.

She smiled softly and leaned down again. “It means you’ve got a thing for goth girls with quirky tattoos.”

I brushed her hair back from her face and let my fingertips drift along her jaw. “And what else does it say about me, baby?”

She met my eyes. “That you have impeccable taste.”

We both laughed—full and honest, the sound bouncing off the walls.

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her gently onto her back to settle over her. I braced myself above her, one arm on either side, and caged her in without pressing too much of my weight against her.

Her hands slid up my sides.

“I think I know one more thing it means,” I said and watched the way her pupils widened when I spoke.

She traced her finger along my cheek. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

I let the words settle on my tongue for just a second before I said them. “It means I love you.”

Saylor blinked.

Then she stared up at me like I’d just unraveled the universe at her feet.

“You…” she said.

“I love you,” I said again, firmer this time. “I didn’t expect it. I didn’t see it coming. But I’m not fighting it, baby.”

She blinked again, and then her eyes glossed just the slightest bit.

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

I lowered myself enough to kiss her—slow and deep, like it was the first kiss all over again. And maybe it was. Maybe it meant more now.

Because despite everything going on—the war with Boone and Gibbs, the betrayal we couldn’t confirm, the uncertainty waiting for the second Brynn called again—this moment was ours.

And I knew no matter what the hell came next…

She was mine.

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