Page 270 of The Rules

His hand settles over the curve of her hip, grounding her.

“You were incredible out there. Strong. Relentless…”

His voice drops, warm and firm. “Exactly what a Sinclair should be.”

Kath raises a brow, amused. “A Sinclair, huh? That’s a big title to live up to.”

Ben doesn’t laugh. His smirk softens into something more serious, more certain. His fingers trail down her spine, slow and steady, like he’s tracing her future.

“It would look good on you,” he says—quiet, but final.

Kath stills.

For a moment, she doesn’t speak. Just breathes.

Katherine Sinclair.

The name forms in her mind like a secret. A possibility.

It doesn’t sound strange. It doesn’t feel borrowed.

She lets it sit there, lets the weight of it unfurl through her chest—not just the sound, but everything that comes with it.

The steady calm in Ben’s eyes when he looks at her. The feeling of belonging. The life they’re building, not borrowed from anyone else, but carved out with their own hands.

And she likes it.

She leans in, presses a kiss to his jaw.

Then she murmurs, lips brushing his skin:

“Yeah. I think it would look good on me too.”