Page 100 of The Sentinel

When he finally broke the kiss, his forehead pressed against mine, his breath uneven, he muttered against my lips?—

“You’re mine.”

I smiled. “I was always yours.”

His chest shook with laughter. Then he growled, low and possessive.

“We’re getting a real ring, baby.”

I grinned. “Fine. But I get to pick it.”

His hands tightened on my waist. “Like hell you do.”

The argument dissolved into another kiss, into laughter, into a life that had once seemed impossible but was now undeniably mine.

Because I hadn’t just found Marcus.

I had found all of them.

A family. A home.

A future.

And I wasn’t letting go.