Always You (Adair Family 3)
The thought filled me with equal amounts of terror and anticipation. “Sounds like a plan.”
Arro relaxed against the pillows, eyelids drooping. “I didn’t just fight for me today,” she confessed softly. “I fought for that. Our future. Us.”
I settled in closer, the ache in my chest a pleasure pain. “I know.”
“I love you so much.”
For once, I didn’t question whether I deserved to be loved by this extraordinary woman. Instead, I allowed myself to feel nothing but awe and gratitude that I was.
“I’ll love you forever,” I promised, pulling her close, feeling her melt in love and trust in my arms, allowing sleep to drift over her with me to guard her and her dreams.
Epilogue
ARRO
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“I think it would be better to have a partition wall that was also our bedhead and then behind the bed, a walk-in closet and then behind that, a spacious bathroom,” I said as Mac and I stood over Thane’s shoulders while he drew on his computer.
Drew us our dream house, that is.
“What do you think?” I asked Mac.
He shrugged. “I think I like whatever you like.”
Thane chuckled. “You always were very wise, Galbraith.”
They shared a laugh, and I gently shoved Mac, my engagement ring flashing in the light. Mackennon had wasted no time proposing after my ordeal with Guy, and Lachlan couldn’t argue it was too fast because he’d married Robyn within only a year of knowing her.
“I’m serious,” I huffed. “This is your house too.”
“Darlin’, I got my gym and I’ve designed the security. Those are really my only points of interest other than how big our bed is.”
“That’s enough,” Thane cut in. “No one needs to hear any more about my sister’s bed.”
I rolled my eyes. “Your wee sister has sex. Whoop-de-doo.”
Mac shot me a disgruntled look. “There’s a bit more to it than a whoop-de-doo.”
Lips twitching, I agreed. “Last night there were several whoop-dees and multiple doos.”
“Fuck this.” Thane pushed back from the computer, and Mac and I had to scatter out of the way.
I grabbed at my brother’s arm, laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”
Cutting us a dark look of warning, Thane replied, “Regan and I need everyone in the living room, anyway. We’ll return to planning your sexless dream home afterward.”
“I guess it’s too late to mention the red room of pain, then?” Mac teased.
Thane looked at him in horror. “How the fuck do you know about the red room of pain?”
“How do you know?”
My brother scowled. “Regan made me watch the films.”
Mac raised an eyebrow. “Made you? Oh, aye, I’m sure that was hard for you.”
“Fuck off.” Thane stalked out of the room.