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“Not today. I’ll spend time in the gym, catch up on business calls. The sun is shining again, baby, and it’s quite warm. We’ll go to the beach and have dinner out.”

A warm, ethereal feeling flowed through me.

I smiled and touched his face.

His eyes charged with commitment, determination.

He kissed me hard enough to force my head back, and then he got out of bed, stretching his body like the lion king he was meant to be. He turned back to me one more time before hitting the bathroom.

“I swear to you, I’ll take what belongs to us…starting with this fucking town...today…”

CHAPTER 42

Will had the money, the connections, the power to take whatever he wanted, and when he promised something, his word was as good as gold. He made it happen.

God help whoever got in his way.

We traveled alone in his car at the front of our small army, down the ridge into town. He reached over for my hand and kissed it.

“The water’s cold, but the sun is warm, so it’ll still be quite nice on the beach. I’ve planned dinner for everyone at the seafood house in the center of town.”

I smiled and squeezed his hand.

“Sounds perfect, Will. Thank you for this. I know doing something like this makes it harder for you and your brothers and the entire security team.”

“Not harder, baby. It requires a different approach is all.”

Our party included fifteen as well as some friends of Thomas and John planning to meet us. We’d even invited the security team’s significant others, adding three more to the group, because it was time we considered the personal lives of the men who fought for us.

We stepped out of the shadows that day, implementing Will’s plan to take back our freedom. After filling the private car park behind the pub, we walked down the cobblestone streets to the beach and spent a quiet afternoon in the sunshine.

Cool, salty breezes caressed my skin. The high tide rolled up, pushing us farther in. Waves clapped like thunder as they slapped the shoreline, reminding me of home.

I couldn’t have been happier.

Will chased me along the edge of the water, catching me and playfully tossing me on our blanket. He lowered himself above me, his lips so close to mine.

“What do you hear?” he asked.

“Nothing. Only you.”

My watery messenger went silent that day. As much as I loved the sea and its whispers, I finally understood it had never been my home. It had been the beacon tasked with getting me home.

Will was my home.

He pushed his gaze deeply into mine, reading my thoughts, seeing into my soul, and then slanted his mouth over mine to claim me with a ruthless kiss.

“This is your home now, baby. Here…with me.”

Thomas interrupted before I could say anything, shouting at everyone to get moving as he and Kirsty came east along the shoreline. He found us in our favorite spot beneath Eastridge.

“Christ, I’m starving. Let’s get on with dinner,” he said.

Will kissed my lips and then without looking away from me, he scolded his brother.

“You have shitty timing, you arsehole. I said I would text you when we’re ready.”

Thomas chuckled.