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Dumfounded, she follows me toward the tiny room at the back of the house. “Those men are youremployers?” she asks dubiously.

I glance over my shoulder at Greg who isn’t buying it.

“They own the ranch.” I pause, wondering if I should tell them. And then I figure now is as good of time as any. “And they are the fathers of my baby.”

I close the door before either one of them can react to my bombshell announcement, leaving me time to pack up my belongings in the aftermath.

I’m not sure what will happen when I get back there, or how this unconventional arrangement will play out, but I do know that being away from the Collins brothers these past two weeks has been utter hell for me.

I’m going back to where I belong. With them.

My hands fall on my belly.

Back to wherewebelong. Everything else will fall into place from there.

CHAPTER21

Toby

There’s a change as soon as we return to the ranch, and I know all of us can feel it, not just me.

We don’t take Emerson back to the coach house, but to our house, where I put her bags in the guest room before joining her and my brothers in the living room.

The awe on her face is just as palpable as it was from the moment we arrived on her parents’ doorstep, and I know we made the right decision to go get her.

“You’re really here,” Owen says, his voice low. “These past two weeks without you...”

“Have been fucking awful,” I finish for him, unable to hold back anymore.

Brock steps closer, his usual composure cracking. “We thought about you every day. The ranch felt empty.”

“When you left,” Owen continues, “we realized what we’d lost. Not just someone to help run things, but you—the woman who somehow became essential to all of us.”

“We weren’t ready to admit it,” Brock says, “but watching you walk away made it impossible to deny.”

I meet her eyes directly. “We love you, Emmy. Each of us, in our own way.”

“We want to build something here,” Owen adds. “Something unconventional, maybe, but real.”

I watch her heart race as she looks at each of us. Her expression transitions from disbelief to something I haven’t seen since Vegas—pure, unguarded joy.

“Are you okay?” I ask as she does a full turn, taking in the surroundings like she’s seeing them for the first time.

Emerson releases a small laugh. “This just doesn’t seem real. I’ve missed you all so much it hurt. I kept telling myself I was doing the right thing, but nothing felt right without you three.”

Owen places a comforting hand on her shoulder and massages her gently. “We’ve been trying to show you all along that we’re here for you, Emmy. I wish you’d trusted us earlier.”

He guides her toward the couch, and we follow. Brock places his hand casually on her leg as I sit on the other side.

“I kept telling you that you’re part of the Pine Sky family,” Brock reminds her.

Her legs part slightly, eyes widening, and my crotch tightens in anticipation. I cup her face, pulling her face toward me, the need to kiss her lips overwhelming. I haven’t been able to think of anything else for weeks; the fixation is consuming me. Her mouth brushes eagerly against mine, and I exhale, feeling that everything is finally right in the world again.

Both of Owen’s hands extend over her collarbone, sliding lower against her front, and Brock spreads her further apart. My hand curls gently around her throat as I push her back to stare into her emerald irises, biting on my lower lip.

“I intend to remember every second of this,” I warn her.

“Me too,” Brock agrees.

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