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I follow Colton’s gaze.

I widen my eyes as Todd steps around me, moving beside his brother. And then, without hesitation, he lowers himself onto one knee as well.

I suck in a breath.

Oh. Oh.

Colton’s voice is rough, thick with something I’ve never heard from him before. “I know I’m a stubborn, stupid man, and you deserve much, much more. But luckily, I come as a package deal.” His lips twitch. “Will you, Savannah Walker, do me—Colton Turner?—”

“And me, Todd Turner,” Todd adds smoothly, his eyes dancing with mirth and so much more.

“—the honor of marrying us?” Colton deepens his voice. “I will swear to work on my trust issues as I help you heal from your PTSD. I’ll stand by you, no matter what. I’ll listen, even when my first instinct is to assume the worst. I’ll love you, protect you, and cherish you. I’ll be your anchor when the nightmares creep in, your safe place when the world feels too much. I won’t always get it right, but I promise you, Starling, I’ll never run again.”

Todd finds my hand with his. “We love you, Savannah. Our starling.”

“We do,” Colton echoes, softer now, his gaze steady.

Tears burn my eyes, my throat tight and useless. These men—they love me. They want me. They see my scars, my sharp edges, and they’re choosing me anyway.

My chest tightens with so much emotion I can barely breathe.

I drop to my knees between them, reaching for both of their hands. “And I love you.” I lean in to press a lingering kiss to Todd’s lips, then turn to Colton, cupping his jaw and kissing him just as deeply.

Before Colton can take control—because I know he will—I pull back and smack him lightly on the back of the head. “You better not run from me again, my fiancé.”

“Ouch,” he complains, rubbing the spot.

Todd’s laughter fills the space between us, rich and full.

I grin, but Colton narrows his eyes. “Did you just hit your Dom?”

My grin fades.

Oops.

Chapter23

Colton

Savannah lets out an “oomph” when I rise from my prone position, scoop her up, and place her over my shoulder.

She wiggles, and I smack her ass—hard.

She smacks mine back—just as hard.

I growl, “Oh, subbie, keep building those infractions.”

She stills.

Ah, the brat knows she’s in trouble. Funishment is in our near future. My cock hardens, and I lengthen my pace, wanting to get inside without wasting another damn second.

“Here, bro”—Todd rushes past me—“let me get that door for you.”

“Hey!” Savannah whines. “Are you teaming up on me?”

“Hell yes.” Todd laughs a full-belly laugh I haven’t heard from him in a long time. “Get used to it!”

Savannah is perfect for him—and me. And we are perfect for her.

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