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"As I was saying," Wolfe says, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "We've all been off work and together lately, so we didn't think of it sooner. We should have had a replacement phone for you before Vik even left."

"We weren't together then." I stretch over and squeeze his thigh. "But thank you. I did need a phone."

"Back to the house," Vik says, catching my attention. "We've already passed on the Reynolds house, but there's property just up the road that's for sale. How do you feel about building our own house?"

My heart flip-flops wildly. "I'd love that," I agree. "I've got that gold from my mom—"

"We want you to save that for whatever you want," Rafe says. "It's yours. We're more than capable of covering the property and a fairly decent sized house as long as you're okay with the wait time. Building a home from scratch is a process…"

"That's okay," I assure him. "I love it at the lodge."

"Good," Wolfe says, pulling me into his lap. "Now let's practice making babies."

I laugh as he carries me off toward the hotel bedroom.

I never expected to find my future when my father forced me to The Exchange. But somehow, I found everything I ever dreamed of and more.

Epilogue

Viktor

"Remember how Evie didn't get post-heat cramps andthat'show they knew something was up?" Wolfe says, taking a few large steps away from the very sick Anastasia.

The entire plane ride home was a nightmare for Ana.

"You're okay," Cas coos. He's got one hand in her hair, holding it out of her face, and the other carefully rubs circles over her back.

"No fucking way," I whisper as Wolfe's words finally process in my thick skull.

Ana finally shakes her head and says, "Okay, I think I'm done."

I head over, bringing her the roll of paper towels and a bottle of water. Rafe heads to the truck and grabs out a plastic bag for her trash.

"Hey, dollface," Wolfe says, biting his lip. "You think maybe we knocked you up?"

"What?" Anastasia gasps, rubbing a hand over her stomach. "No, I still have a few weeks before I'm supposed to get the next shot."

"Yeah," Wolfe says, chuckling to himself. "But you've been puking your guts up the entire way home."

"It's a bug," Ana says, indignation lining her tone.

"And you're the only one who caught it?" Wolfe asks.

"Stop," Cas says, shaking his head. "If you want to know for sure then we can stop by a pharmacy and grab a test."

"It's not necessary," Ana grumbles, letting me help her into the back seat of the truck. "Maybe it's food poisoning?"

"Maybe," I concede. A giddy wave of excitement pulses through my system. I'd say that's highly doubtful since we've all eaten from the same restaurants.

Anastasia jabs a short finger at me, and I crack a wide smile.

"Don't get all excited. You're going to feel really shitty when I've caught the flu and pass it to all of you," she says, huffing a sigh.

"Fair enough, princess," I agree, kissing her forehead as I buckle her in.

"Are we making a pitstop at the pharmacy?" Wolfe asks, climbing into the driver's seat.

"As long as it's quick. I already know it's the only way that the three of you will shut up," Ana says, leaning her head back against the seat.

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