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Dog parents.
Yeah, he could go with that.
“The staff said she loves playing dress up.”
Annabeth’s eyes went wide. “Shut. Up.”
“Her name is Beatrice, but they call her Bea.”
“Beatrice McIntyre sounds very distinguished.” She held the phone in the air so they could both see her picture. “We can call her our little Busy Bea.”
“I’ve got a bigger Harley in storage down in Texas and was planning on bringing it here once things quieted.” He took the phone from her to sit on the nightstand once more, sneaking himself a kiss in the process. “We can buy one of those sidecars specifically made for dogs to take her riding.”
“That sounds perfect,” she sighed, placing a hand on his cheek as their kiss deepened. “And you will eventually have to marry her mother.”
“Her mother isn’t interested in marriage.” He smiled against her lips. “She’s told me so. In many ways, and on multiple occasions.”
The hand on his cheek slid down, diving beneath the blanket until she literally held him by the balls. “I said I’m allowed to change my mind.”
“Are you?” Risking the lives of their possible future children, he arched an eyebrow. “That nonsense sounded pretty convincing out there in the cottage, and I could chalk up your quick change of heart to the excitement and stress brought on by the rescue.”
“I will hurt you, Randall.”
“Randall?” He rolled on top of her as she squealed. “Oh, now you’ve done it.”
“That was easy.” Opening her legs, Annabeth smirked in victory. “You may give me my orgasms now.” She clapped her hands twice. “Post haste.”
He had never seen anything more beautiful. Staring down at her, he knew without a doubt that the end of his line was here. Until his dying day, he would never know a moment without this woman in his heart, and it made him believe that perhaps there was a higher power, a cosmic force linking them together in some grand scheme.
“I’m going to make you so happy, Annabeth Howard.”
“You better,” she whispered, rubbing her nose against his. “Or I’ll sic my mama on you.”
“That’s actually fucking terrifying.”
Lowering his head, they kissed with laughter and the promise of happiness in their future. But the longer they lingered, the more fevered the strokes of their tongues becameuntil—
“Annabeth?” A loud knock rattled the door, followed by Liam’s voice: “Get out here. Jamison needs her bridesmaid.”
Disentangling himself from Annabeth’s arms, Rowan marched across the room butt ass naked, thinking he might just swing the door open wide to teach Liam a lesson about knocking on doors in the middle of the night.
But he held the urge back, cracking the door open to see a shirtless, grinning Liam with Jamison slung over his shoulder and wearing a wedding gown so short, Rowan could see all the way up to the backs of her upper thighs.
“We need Annabeth.”
Already up and in her closet, Annabeth hustled into some clothes. “What’s going on?”
“We’re getting married.” Jamison lifted her upper body to wave at Annabeth. “Can you help me find a few things?”
Running over, Annabeth frowned. “What are you going on about?”
She opened the door further, and Rowan had just enough time to step aside and grab a giant stuffed bear propped in a corner to cover his crotch. Colonel Brandon watched him struggle with evil glee, his tail waving when Rowan flipped the beast off.
“We’re getting married,” Liam told Annabeth. “Abe is meeting us under the oak in a few minutes, and Samuel is on his way with his brood.”
“I need my lanterns,” Jamison said, tapping Liam’s shoulder. “Let me down?”
“Sure thing.” Liam lowered her to stand. “I should probably put on a shirt.”
