Page 100 of Against All Odds

“You exist.” I leaned over to kiss her cheek.

She softly laughed, picking up a fork as Juno rolled her eyes. “God, Daddy, you’re so sappy.”

“I like to think he’s romantic,” Sable interjected and then added on a smirk, “and maybe a tad sappy.”

In the past month since Sable and I were officially back together, a lot had changed for the better. Jack—the son of a bitch was lucky I didn’t fucking rearrange his face and Sable didn’t press charges, though she did get a restraining order—was still struggling to get his patients back.

After we’d finished eating, Juno leaned back in her chair, patting her stomach. “I’m so full, I might skip lunch.”

“Your grandmother will force-feed you,” I warned her.

“True,” she admitted, grinning. “I’ll power through.”

Sable shook her head in amusement as she started stacking plates. “Ah, to be young and have a resilient stomach again.”

When she came back to the table after dropping the plates in the sink, I grabbed her hand. “Sit, Bambi.”

She frowned but did as I asked.

“We need to talk.” I kept my tone stern so Sable wouldn’t detect what we were up to. She suspiciously looked between me and Juno, who was sitting up straighter, her face practically glowing with excitement.

“What’s going on?” Sable asked, her eyes narrowing.

Juno was already digging into her hoodie pocket, pulling out a small black box, and placing it on the table in front of Sable. I slid mine out of my pajama pocket and put it beside hers.

Sable visibly swallowed. It was too early for an engagement ring. We’d get there, of course, we would—but if I gave it to her now, she’d spook.

Juno leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand like she was watching her favorite show unfold. “Open them,” she urged.

Sable glanced at me, her brow furrowed, before reaching for the first box—the one Juno had placed on the table. She flipped it open, her eyes slightly widening as she stared at the single silver key nestled inside.

“A key?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

“Open the other one,” I said, my heart pounding.

She picked up the second box—my box—and opened it. Inside was a sleek card. She chuckled when she saw it was aforeverski pass from the Royal Hotel group.

She held up the key. “And this?”

“That’s a key to our house,” Juno announced.

“Sable,” my voice was just this side of shaky becauseof the nervous energy buzzing through me, “we want you to move in with us.”

Her eyes flicked to Juno, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“I mean, we could try your place, but it’s not big enough ‘cause there isn’t a bedroom for me,” Juno added quickly, leaning forward. “Also, you’re, like, the best thing that’s happened to him,andyou cook amazing food.”

“What she said.” I stroked a finger down Sable’s flushed cheek.

Sable eyes shimmered with unshed tears. I hoped they were the happy kind.

“You want me to move in with you?”

“Yes, we both do.” I brushed my lips against hers. “This house feels more like home with you in it. I want us to be a family, Sable. You, me, and Juno.”

“And my room stays mine,” Juno interjected, raising a finger. “Just so we’re clear.”

Sable shook her head as she wiped at her eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”

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