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Heather grabbed my shirt and pulled me back into another kiss. “Sorry for teasing you. I love you, Asher Solak.”

The words ignited a fire in my chest that would never fade, so long as I lived. “I love you too, Heather Hart.”

I stood up straight and glanced at Brady. Rogan cleared his throat.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Brady said. “I already told her I love her, like, a fucken week ago. You losers are just catching up.”

Heather nodded. “It’s true. He did.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Did you say it during sex?”

“…No.”

“Did you say itaftersex?” Rogan tried.

“Um… That depends on your definition of sex.”

Rogan clapped his hands together. “Then ours counts more.”

“Like hell it does!”

“It’s more meaningful here,” I agreed.

“That’s bullshit.” Brady looked furtively at Heather. “Tell them that’s bullshit. Mine means just as much, if not more.”

Heather shrugged dramatically.

As the argument continued and we fell apart in laughter, I didn’t know what the future would hold. But I knew one thing for certain.

I wanted Heather to be a part of it.

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Heather

I stayed in the hospital for another hour until the rest of the bloodwork and scans came back. Everything looked fine—there was no permanent damage from being hit in the temple by the stalker.

I was eager to get home, but my fun was just beginning. A police detective and two officers were waiting outside the hospital room to take my statement. That ended up being a two-hour ordeal, telling them every detail of the kidnapping from start to finish.

“I’m beat,” I said as we finally left the hospital. “I just want to lie down when I get home.”

“Well, youarepregnant,” Asher pointed out as we got into the car. “And you’ve had quite the day. We’ll watch the kids so you can relax.”

“And tomorrow is my day off,” I said. “I’m going to lay on the couch in the man cave and donothing.”

“You’ve earned it!”

When we got home, each of us did a double-take. I had expected the residence to be a mess of toys and crayons and food stains, but that’s not what we saw. The residence wasspotless.

“It looks like a professional maid service came in,” Rogan said. “Did one of you schedule it?”

“Not me,” Brady said. Asher shook his head too.

Maurice came down the hallway. “Oh. You’re all home. Children! Little angels! Come out here and say hi to your handsome daddies.”

Cora, Dustin, and Micah came marching out into the living room in their pajamas. They were calm and orderly, and hugged each of their fathers one by one.

“What’s going on…” Asher muttered.

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