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“No, it’s good. Unbelievably good.” I wiped my eyes with a sleeve and threw my arms around him. My legs too. “My answer’s yes. Of course it’s yes. And I don’t want a thing in the prenup. Make sure it says that—not a single thing.” Brax had protected me, and now I had to protect him right back. “Apart from you, obviously. I want you. And now I’m babbling.”

This time, his kiss was deeper, and there was heat behind it. Not just a little warmth, but a freaking volcano. All the fears I’d been bottling up erupted into passion as I kissed him back.

“I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too, Mrs. Almost-Vale. But you’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Then take them off.”

His cock began to harden, and as he strode toward the stairs with me in his arms, it rubbed me in exactly the right place. I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten this lucky, but I definitely needed to pay a visit to Vegas.

CHAPTER46

BRAX

“Grey, I need a favour.”

“Only the second time you’ve spoken with me in seven and a half years, and you already need a favour?”

“Can you draft a prenup for me?”

There was a long pause as Greyson Meyer took in this latest piece of information.

“Is this a joke? Tell me you’re not getting married again?”

“It’s not a joke, but it is a long story.”

“Should I pour myself a drink?”

“I’ll do the same.”

Indi was sleeping soundly for the first time in days—aided by two orgasms—and Meera’s door was closed, so Brax had taken the opportunity to spend a quiet moment downstairs. The house was silent. Chase had gone out for dinner alone, an arrangement he appeared quite comfortable with. If he lived permanently with Alexa, it was probably a regular occurrence. Brax couldn’t imagine her spending much time in a busy restaurant. Although she’d definitely fork out for delivery—hell, if she had a craving for Chinese food, she probably got the dishes couriered in from Shanghai.

But enough about Alexa tonight.

Brax was engaged.

And strangely, the prospect of being Mr. Indali Vale didn’t fill him with dread.

Chase’s efforts had extended to stocking the drinks cabinet, and Brax poured himself a glass of Scotch, two fingers on the rocks. He still enjoyed a tipple, but since Indi had come onto the scene, he hadn’t felt the same desire to drown his sorrows every night. Love was far more addictive than alcohol.

As he sipped, he summarised the events of the last few weeks—how he’d fallen for Meera, who’d turned out not to be Meera at all, and then ended up entangled in a sex-trafficking plot. Grey gave a low whistle when Brax mentioned Jerry’s involvement.

“I always wondered what happened to her. Guess it’s not a huge surprise that she hooked up with Alexa. They share the same lack of ethics.”

“I’ve learned to be grateful for that.”

Grey chuckled. “Same. How do you think I found out my opponent in the primary was fucking the babysitter?”

“That was Alexa?”

“There were photos, so now I’m wondering whether Jerry was involved too.”

“I thought it was strange how the guy suddenly decided to ‘spend more time with his family.’”

“If he’d done that in the first place, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten into trouble. So, you’re really trading the old ball and chain for a new model?”

“That’s not how it is.”

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