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Wyatt

" Y our father won't mind having me as a son-in-law." It's time to come clean to my future wife. "My brother, Shaw, and I don't just work at the lumber camp—we own it, along with about twenty-five others in the state. We're looking to expand to a couple of the surrounding states." I wait for her to realize I'm not the poor lumberjack she thinks I am.

"Wait a minute. So, all this time I worried about you losing your job and spending all your money on me and you're as rich as Artie and my parents?"

More like ten times as rich, but she doesn't need that added information to stress her out. I can share that at a later time. So instead, I reply. "I am. But it all means nothing without you by my side."

It's the truth. All the money in the world would never replace her. Shaw and I lost our parents at a young age, when I was nineteen and he was eighteen. We invested the life insurance from their deaths and started a logging company, neither one of us knowing anything about being a lumberjack.

As luck would have it, we figured it out. Now, twelve years later, we own most of the state and have more money than we ever imagined. But it will never bring our parents back.

But the past is in the past. My future lies with Sienna and the family we create.

"What about my father? He's main focus is his political standing."

"Don't worry about your father and his political greed. Shaw and I have so many contracts with the government—our ties are stronger than anything old Artie or his family could bring to a marriage."

"But, what if…"

I silence her concern with my lips. Taking the kiss deeper until we are both breathless. "Are you doubting your man?" I say when we finally come up for air.

"Never." She sighs against my lips.

"Good, because right now, I need to feel you come around my cock at least a dozen more times before I let you out of this bed." I kiss her nose. "I love you, Sienna," I say, not expecting her to say it back to me so soon, but she surprises me.

"I love you, too, Wyatt." Her eyes stare into mine lovingly. "I'm pretty sure I've always been in love with you."

Her honest confession humbles me. "You're mine. Forever and always."

"And you're mine. Forever and always." She repeats.

My life is almost complete. "Now let's get started on making a dozen babies for us to raise on the mountain. We're going to need that many to run all the lumberjack camps and sawmills."