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I shook my head. "Nope, not at all." I elbowed him. "Speaking of Dane, did you notice any weirdness between him and Lindsey?"

He nodded. “Yeah, but he won't talk to me about it. Just says don't worry about it. Lindsey say anything?"

I shook my head again. "No, same story. Something's up with those two."

Kitty just laughed. "Leave 'em be. If there's something going on, they've got to sort it out themselves. And if they need their family and friends, they'll let you know."

I set the question of Dane and Lindsey aside, already imagining paint colors, a new couch, a bedroom set…a rocking chair.

I have a home.

A fiancé.

A healthy baby growing inside me.

If you'd told me six months ago that this is where I’d be in life, I'd have laughed you out of the room.

Yet here I am.

And I couldn't be more excited. A little nervous about being a mom—okay, scared, too, maybe, but I've got a huge support system in my family and Duncan's.

What more could you want?

Not a damn thing.

Epilogue

Dane

I honestly can't quite believe this is happening. My big bro, Duncan, is getting married.

What a tool.

I mean, look—Rune is fucking great. I like her. I love her for him. I love them together. Honestly, I do. She inspires him to be better—and he is.

But my god, what a try-hard.

Twenty-three and you're getting married and having a baby and moving out of Mom and Dad's?

I have no interest in any of that. Marriage, babies…nah. Not for me. I have no problem with marriage and children as, like, an idea. But for now, at least, it's just not for me.

And I really don't understand how all this happened so fast. One second he was hanging out with some random tourist chick, hooking up and being the bro I know. And then suddenly he's all serious and in love and moving in with her and she's fucking pregnant…

Sure, I might be projecting my own issues onto Duncan. I'm in no way ready for or interested in a serious relationship, let alone the fast and furious assault of adulthood he's going through.

You can miss me with that shit.

A certain memory nibbled at the edges of my awareness, but I pushed it away as I stood next to Jax at an angle near the altar in our backyard. Our being Mom and Dad's, the place I at least still call home. Delia's moved out, Emerson's moved out, and now so has Duncan, which means I’m the last one still living with my mommy and daddy.

It's fine. I'm fine.

The subject of said memory stood opposite me, and my damned eyes were having a hell of a time staying away from the wondrous vista that is Lindsey Snelling's epic cleavage.

The woman has incredible tits.

Her ass is divine.

Her hips that definitely do not lie.