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And it hits me. "We can do whatever we want."

Cayden looks like he's ready to either have me committed or hug the shit out of me. I'm not sure which is the better response. Rubbing my knee, he smiles. "We really can."

"You want to keep me."

Deandre nods. "Damn right we do, baby girl."

"And you don't care what anyone else thinks."

Sergio says, "Not a soul outside this room could talk us out of loving you."

Adam murmurs his agreement, while Jax rises from his chair and comes over to me. He slots himself in at Cayden's side, and once upon a time, I might have read his crooked smile for scorn.

Not now, though.

"So what do you say?" He runs his fingers through my hair. "Wanna shack up with all of us?"

Another laugh bubbles in my throat. Tears sting the corners of my eyes, but they're the very, very best kind.

I lean forward, Jax's hand still in my hair. I let my brow rest against Cayden's. I stare into his eyes.

The other guys come to join us. I feel Deandre's strength and Adam's brightness and Sergio's quiet insight. I feel all of them.

And it's so easy. God, I don't know why I was making it so hard.

Edging forward, I press my lips once, softly, to Cayden's. Then I look up at all my men in turn.

"You know what? Yeah. Yeah, I think I do."

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EPILOGUE

Six months later….

"Okay, sign here, here and here."

My hand is cramping up, but I skim the miles of fine print in the contract, then go ahead and place my signature beside the little yellow flags my lawyer has placed on all the appropriate places. With clinical precision, he flips the page. I sigh.

Sensing my apprehension, he assures me, "Last ones."

They damn well better be. With another quick review of the text, I go ahead and sign.

Finally—finally—he takes the packet from me. He pages through it, then stacks all the seemingly thousands of documents we've just reviewed together.

"All right, Ms. Cohen, that's it. You're officially no longer a home owner."

"Thank God."

He smiles and stands, extending his hand. I take it and shake firmly, then withdraw. "I'm sure you're glad to be done with all of that."

He has no idea. I nod, then gather my things. He escorts me to the front of his office and bids me farewell.

And yeah, maybe he lingers at the doorway a little too long, watching. Judging, maybe. But I don't care.

I step out into bright sunshine, soaking in the scent of spring. With the sale of my grandmother's house, a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I feel lighter than I can ever remember feeling before.

It shows, too, as I dance into Adam's waiting arms. He's waiting for me at the end of the path. When I reach him, he picks me up and twirls me, and I laugh, buoyant and carefree. The law office is at my back. People could be watching, but it doesn't bother me. I focus on the brilliant eyes in front of me, the soft lips just waiting to be kissed.