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“I don’t know exactly where I want it, but I’d like to have ‘Mrs. Noble’ somewhere. However, it’s probably a good idea for that to be my name before I do it. That would be weird having your mother-in-law’s name on your body.” I laugh nervously.

He grips my hips, lifts me onto his desk, and kisses me. His tongue slides against mine, and before Lachlan, I never would have thought it was possible to feel love through a kiss. It’s more than just through his kisses, though. I feel it with every touch.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine. “I love you, Mrs. Noble.”

“Future Mrs. Noble, and I love you too.”

“You really want our name on you?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

A throat clearing has him lifting his head and turning toward the door. “What’s up?” he asks.

“Just thought I’d stop by and say hi to Maggie.”

“She’s busy,” Lachlan says with no heat in his tone. He leans back against the desk, between my legs, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Hi, Rome.”

“You getting some work done?” he asks.

“I am. I thought I’d find out what this tattoo thing was all about.”

Roman laughs, and I can feel Lachlan’s body shaking with his laughter.

“Take care of her,” Roman tells Lachlan.

“Get out of here.” Lachlan laughs. “You know I got this.”

“Maggie, I’m just down the hall if you want some real talent,” Roman calls out. He barely gets the words out over his laughter.

Lachlan turns and kisses the tip of my nose. “Give me a few to get these drawn up, and we’ll get started.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything, Mags.” Another quick kiss, and my man gets to work doing what he loves.

I’m excited that there will be a piece of him, a piece of his heart on my skin for the rest of my life. I want our love to be so entwined, we don’t know where the other ends or begins. I never thought I’d find this kind of love, and now that I have it, I never want to let go.

Epilogue Lachlan

Lachlan

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One Month Later

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“Today’s the day, buddy,” I whisper to my three-month-old son who’s in my arms, smiling up at me. “Mommy’s gonna have our last name,” I tell him.

We wanted a small, intimate wedding. We chose to stand up on our own, but I needed my boy with me, while we waited for his momma to walk to me down the aisle. When the music starts to play, I turn to look for her, waiting for the doors of the small venue we rented here in Ashby to open.

And there she is.

My bride.

“Momma’s stunning, Sean,” I tell my son. He coos up at me, looking adorable as hell in his tiny little suit Maggie found for him. He has no idea what’s going on, but he’ll have the pictures and the stories we tell him when he gets older.

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