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“You say when, baby—we’re getting married. But I’m just saying, if you think Chase needs more time, then I’m marrying you on the sly. We can do it again when he’s ready. Hell, I could marry you a million times over and never get tired of it.”

I slide my hand from his chest to his neck and frame his strong jaw. “That was the best non-proposal in the history of non-proposals. And you say you’re not a romantic guy.”

His thick thigh slides between my legs and fits tight against my sex. “Then it’s done. We’re getting married.”

I smile wide through my tears. “Only because you promised to do it a million times over. For someone who isn’t into romance, that’s quite a promise. I might hold you to that.”

He rolls to his back and pulls me with him. My legs part and fall to either side of his hips. “You’ve got me by the balls baby. I’ll do anything you want.”

“I want all of you, not just your balls.” I grind my sex onto his cock even though my words don’t match my actions. “I love every part of you, but it’s your heart I’m obsessed with. I don’t care about a ring or wedding or anything official. All I need is for you to love me.”

His hand dips into my hair and he pulls my mouth to his. His kiss is deep and intense and full of promise. When we come up for air, I feel his words, and they come straight from his heart. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. Chase is a bonus I didn’t know I needed, but I’m already attached. I’m ready to tell the world that you’re both mine. I love the three of us, baby. Don’t make me wait.”

“No more waiting.” I finger his messy hair as mine falls around us. “Make me yours, Micah. The sooner the better.”

37

I FOUND YOU ON A WIRETAP

Micah

Four months later

“Evie!”

I toss my keys on the island and go to look for my wife.

My wife.

It’s a new development.

One I couldn’t be happier about, even if it did take two months.

She told me she wouldn’t marry me unless the world knew. It turns out, it didn’t take two months to get Chase on board with the idea. He asked at least fifty questions about weddings, fifty more about me being his dad that lives with him, and then moved on to whatever else plagued his brain that day.

Chase and I are tight. If I’m not at work, I’m with him and his mom. I’m no cowboy, but Chase and I have bonded over guy shit. I’m pretty sure I like it as much or more than he does.

But it turns out it does take two months to coordinate a wedding in Montana during the middle of winter.

Evie insisted.

My mother was ecstatic.

My father grumbled with all the activity on their land, but he secretly loved it. I could tell.

And since a thick blanket of snow can be a pain in the ass to work around, it wasn’t easy. In fact, it wasn’t Evie or my mom who whipped that shit together. It certainly wasn’t me.

It was Cadence and Irena.

I don’t often think about how the family I married into is in a much different tax bracket than the one I grew up in, but it was hard to ignore it when the activity started.

In a matter of six weeks, an enormous barn was erected on my parents’ land. No expense was spared. Once my dad okayed the wedding project, an army descended upon the ranch and didn’t leave until every detail was perfect.

When Evie and I argued that it was too much, Hugh and Irena blew us off. They said that being a little cowboy made Chase happy and all Evie wanted was to get married in the place where we fell in love.

I made it clear to everyone that I’d fallen long before I took her to the ranch, and until then, Evie was just using me for my body. It took a trip to the mountains for her to get on board.

Our wedding took two months longer to happen than I wanted, but in the end, it was perfect. Now my parents have a kick-ass barn bigger than their house outfitted with a full kitchen and two spare bedrooms.

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