Page 102 of Dearly Betrayed

“A week, a month, a year. I don’t care.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, I really mean it. We’re going to make this work, right? No reason doing it halfway.”

“You are the man of my dreams.”

“I’m aware.”

Neve feeds and we lapse into a comfortable, happy silence, as inside there’s laughter from the family, and the smell of baking wafts out the door and a touch of warmth follows with it, and it doesn’t matter how long we plan on staying here because now that I’ve got my girl and my husband, I’ve got my home wherever I go, and that’s not bad.

“Hey, fuckin’ dinner’s ready!” Uncle Lochlainn shouts out the window. “Come eat before it’s all gone.”

When Neve’s finished and sleepy enough to snuggle into Jayson’s arms without a fuss, we head back inside, and there are overflowing plates for both of us already waiting at the table.

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