Page 94 of What We May Be

“Love you too.”

Annie and Jaylen slipped out, and Trevor claimed the closest chair. He reached through the rail, fingers brushing her hip, needing the contact but avoiding the stabilized arm that had been reset. “So, DC or bust?”

Sean smirked as he rounded the end of the bed to the chair on the other side. “Your place or mine?”

When Charlie didn’t reply, both their gazes swung to her. “Charlie?” Trevor said, not liking the stormy mix of doubt and fear creeping into her eyes. Eyes that just a couple nights ago burned with hope and lust. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I could have been killed. If I become an FBI agent, it probably won’t be the last time.”

Sean rose on the other side of the bed, hands curling around the rail. “Charlie, don’t say—”

“No, Sean, you’ve lost someone to the job. We all lost Dad and Cal. You could both lose me.” She looked back and forth between them. “What happens then? Are you willing to risk that?”

Trevor inched closer, placing his hand on her hip more firmly. “Honey, any one of us could be gone tomorrow, but we’ve been given another chance. I don’t want to pass it up.” He cut a glance to Sean. “With either of you.”

Sean rested an elbow on the rail and took her hand with the other. “He’s the romantic. I’m the realist. It could happen.”

What was he doing? “Sean!”

He lifted a hand, and Trevor bit his tongue. “Which is why,” Sean continued, “at another time when you’re not just out of surgery and Trevor and I have slept more than a restless night on a horribly uncomfortable sofa, we’ll discuss how this works legally, what documentation we all need, how to make sure we’re all taken care of and all supported. But right here”—he tapped his knuckles against his chest—“I’m with the fucking romantic on this one. Are you with us too, Charlie?”

She bit her bottom lip and tears collected in the corners of her eyes, one escaping, and for a moment, Trevor feared he was about to lose it all, but then the corners of her mouth tipped up and she nodded. “I’m with the fucking romantic too.”

There was no stopping the grin that stretched across Trevor’s face. He reached into his pocket and withdrew the tiny satchel he’d asked Abel and Rachel to swing by his house and raid the sock drawer for. “Good thing I brought these, then.” He opened the satchel and tipped out the rings Sean had proposed to him and Charlie with a decade ago.

Sean’s smile was blinding as he reached across the bed, one hand grasping Charlie’s, the other Trevor’s. “Last time I’m gonna ask because this time it’s forever. Trevor Caldwell and Charlotte Henby, will you marry me?”

Trevor caught Charlie’s dark eyes, full of glittering hope and happiness. “Yes,” they answered the man they loved, together always.

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