Echoes of Scotland Street (On Dublin Street 5)

“Thank you,” I managed. “That really means a lot. It’ll mean a lot to Logan too.”

“You’re Cole’s family now. That makes you our family.” Elodie smiled.

“And on that note.” Cole stepped away from me and lowered himself to one knee.

“Cole, what are—”

“Stealing my thunder back.” He grinned and took my hand. “Here in this room are the people who mean the most to me. A family that embraced my family and made us stronger for it. It was the best gift I’d ever been given until the moment you told me you loved me.”

My breath hitched.

“You offered me everything last week, and I want my chance to offer everything back to you. I’m offering you what they once offered me. I’m offering you a family who will love and protect you not only because I love and protect you, but because you’re an amazing woman who deserves every sweet thing life has to give. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives happier and stronger because we have each other, and because we finally have the kind of family behind us we both always dreamed of having.”

The tears were pouring so fast down my cheeks I could barely see through the blur as he produced a narrow-pointed marquise diamond perched on a platinum band. His own eyes were bright with emotion as he slid the ring onto my finger.

Seconds later I was lifted into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I kissed the life out of him. When I finally managed to pry myself from him, a teary-eyed Jo, Liv, and Elodie hugged me, followed by a grinning Joss, Ellie, and Hannah. I received more congratulatory hugs from the men and even from the kids, and I stood there in Cole’s arms, staring every five seconds at the beautiful ring on my finger, thinking how strange life could be.

How a person could go from feeling so lonely and broken to so cherished and hopeful in only a few short months.

As I gazed around at the colorful characters who surrounded me, I decided it was them. They had a kind of magic about them, a magic they’d gifted to Cole, who in turn had gifted it to me.

*   *   *

It had been two weeks since our engagement. In that time I’d moved all of my things into Cole’s, where he surprised me once more. He’d had a sofa bed put in the guest bedroom to replace the bed that had been in there. He did this to provide more room . . . more room for all of my art stuff. It was also a great space away from the studio for him to concentrate on his own artwork.

Living with Cole was pretty easy overall. I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was scary and heady and exciting too.

Before I got to do the fun moving-in stuff, I went back to Glasgow to meet with my family. They were pissed, but I was done trying to prove myself to them. Only time would tell whether or not we’d get past our issues.

I had Cole now.

And I’d always had Logan.

My eyes were drawn to my brother as soon as Cole and I walked into the visitor room at the prison. Logan sat waiting for us, looking alert, scrutinizing Cole as he led me by the hand through the room.

I smiled at my brother as we took our seats opposite him. “Logan, it’s good to see you again.”

“You too, Shay.” His eyes flicked to Cole. “I take it you went big, not home.”

I laughed and nodded.

Cole looked confused.

“My brother encouraged me to propose.”

My fiancé raised an eyebrow at that. “Without having met me?”

Logan shrugged. “I went with my instincts on this one.”

Feeling giddy for many reasons, I leaned toward him. “I’ll let you two chat and get to know each other in a minute, but first I have great news.”

“Greater than that big bloody diamond on your finger?” Logan took my hand and then smirked at Cole. “Nice.”

“Focus.” I jerked on Logan’s hand, bringing his attention back to me. “Look, you remember I mentioned Cole’s family are involved in quite a bit of business in Edinburgh?”

“Yeah.”

I grinned. “Logan, Braden’s offered you a job. So did Marco. When you get out . . . they’ll have something waiting for you.”

Logan stared at me dumbly for a second and then at Cole. When he returned his gaze to me, he said softly, “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope. They know everything and they get it. They want to help you out.”

“That’s . . .” He shook his head. “Why would they? They don’t know me.”

“They know me.” I squeezed his hand. “And they’re good people.”

Logan rubbed a hand over his short hair. “I’m a bit speechless. I’ve been . . . I’ve been worrying about what would happen once I get back out there . . . This . . .” He looked at Cole. “Thanks, mate. This means a lot. Tell them thanks.”

Cole nodded. “It’s not a problem.”

Logan gripped my hand harder. “Thanks, Shannon.”

“No.” I smiled, fighting tears of happiness. “Thank you.”

EPILOGUE

Eighteen months later

L ight flooded the room. The smell of flowers and paint fumes had already become so familiar to me it was like being home. I was so comfortable there I lost myself in the art. Sometimes I had no idea how much time had passed.

Stepping back from the large piece of canvas, I contemplated the scene. It was a dystopian New York painted in gouache. It was my first time using the paint and so far I was enjoying the velvety effect of it.

“Shannon.”

“Hmm?”

“Shannon, what are you still doing here? It’s six o’clock.”