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EPILOGUE

DEKE

Six Months Later

“I think it’s time we make this official,” I tell Kelsey as we walk down the beach. The sun is setting over the water. Earlier today, there was a gnarly storm. So bad that we had to shut our construction site down because of all the lightning surrounding us. It was better to be safe than sorry.

“Make what official? We’re together, we live together, we’ve had the baby talk.

I thought we were both on the same page?

” She stops us in our walking, attempting to let go of my hand.

I’m not letting that happen, though. We do live together, our finances are consolidated for things regarding the house, each of us choosing to keep our own separate ones as well.

Beach Babe’s online store is now up and running, and they just secured a warehouse, which worked great for both of us needing a home office.

Kelsey may be able to work from home on the floor, but going over plans while having teleconference meetings wasn’t as easy.

Hart Construction is still in the process of opening up a home office.

It’s taking too fucking long. If Tanner and Keller can’t get on the same page soon, I’ll just take over and send them the bill.

“We’re on the same page, sunshine, and while we have that, I’d love nothing more than for you to wear my ring, to carry my last name, and to be my wife.

” I don’t go down on my knee like most men do, instead standing up so I can see her eyes, take in the look on her face when she realizes what I’m asking.

“Are you asking me to marry you?” I disentangle our hands, grabbing the blue sapphire ring, square style, platinum in color, diamonds around the band.

I’m pretty sure I gained a fuck ton of points with Emily when I asked her to meet me at the jewelry store.

The ring was there; all I really needed was Em to see it.

I’d already gone to their parents’ house and received their blessing before asking her sister.

That was earlier this week, and now we’re both here.

“I wouldn’t technically say I’m asking, but do I want you to wear my ring? Fuck yeah. Love you, Kelsey, want the world to know that. My ring on your finger, your ring on mine, forever type of deal.” I slide the ring on her finger.

“Then I guess you don’t need a yes or no, but you already know I’m a sure thing. I mean, Deacon Hart has it all—a huge heart, a big dick, and doles out orgasms to me like it’s his job,” she replies.

“Fuck yeah.” Kelsey doesn’t even bother looking at the ring. Instead, her lips land on mine. That’s all the answer I need. It’s Kels and me, her tongue tangling with mine, my hands fisting in her hair as I hold us together, enjoying our moment in time.