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He smirks. “I don’t make this easy, do I?”

“I don’t need this to be easy.HardI can handle if it means having this. All I need is you.” I cup his jaw. “Allweneed is you.”

“Good.” Jameson sinks to his knee in front of me, pulling a ring out of his back pocket. “In that case, youneed to know you’re all I need to. You and Austin are my whole world. The air in my lungs. My heart learned to beat when I met you, and losing you would stop it. Tempe Madeline Evans, please say you’ll marry me.”

My hands fly to my mouth as I look down at him. Tears spring to my eyes as my fingers shake.

“You want me to marry you?”

It’s one thing for him to claim me as his old lady, but this would be on paper.Legal. Something I know most of the guys in the club resist for that very reason.

Jameson nods. “I want you to be mine in every sense of the word. As my old lady. As my wife. I want you to be mine without question.”

“Well… when the president gets on his knees, how can a girl say no?” I smile, and he kisses the back of my hand. “Of course I’ll marry you, Jameson.”

He stands up and pulls me in for a kiss before even placing the ring on my finger. My body melts to his. I grab his cut and hold him close.

Leather. Cinnamon.

A man strong enough to fight the beasts I had guarding my heart.

“How long can Havoc keep Austin busy?” I skate my hands down and grab onto his belt, but Jameson grabs my wrists, stopping me.

“Sorry, wildfire. We’ve got one more surprise.”

“This is more than enough,” I say, wiggling my fingers to show off the ring.

Jameson shakes his head. “This one’s not for you.”

I groan but don’t argue as he leads me back out of the room toward the bar, where Austin and Havoc are shooting darts. Havoc is clearly winning, but Austin is smiling, not caring.

“Hey, Havoc,” Jameson shouts. “I think I promised someone something if they helped me change the oil on the bike last week, didn’t I?”

Havoc grins, looking from Jameson to Austin. “I think you did.”

Austin’s attention snaps in Jameson’s direction. “A bike?”

Jameson chuckles. “Come on, big man. Let’s take a trip out back.”

Austin nearly runs to the back slider as Jameson follows him into the backyard.

Jameson presses a kiss to my forehead, letting go of my hand to walk over to a bike sitting in the center. It’s painted black and silver, just like Jameson’s motorcycle. But thankfully, this one doesn’t have an engine.

“It looks fast.” Austin runs circles around it, inspecting every detail. “How fast is it?”

“Guess we’ll have to find out.” Jameson holds it up so Austin can climb onto the seat.

His toes rest on either side, and he’s grinning.

“Not too fast,” I remind them, and Austin frowns.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got him.” Jameson winks at me, and it flutters to my core.

To my heart.

Because I know in my soul he’s telling the truth. He’s got him—he’s got us. We’re safe, and we’re home.

Epilogue

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