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“You served me, baby.”

“You signed them, didn’t you?” Emotion bubbles up my throat at the thought of no longer being married to him now.

“Baby,” he murmurs, stepping closer and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck.

His eyes hold mine and refuse to let them go.

“Nothing in this fucking world could make me sign those papers. Not a single fucking thing.”

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KINGSTON

With my hands holding her face, I brush my lips against hers.

Keeping this a secret from her has fucking killed me. But I knew that she’d never accept it if I didn’t deliver it right.

It had to be in person, and it had to be after I confessed everything else I’ve been bottling up inside.

The second her lips part, I lick deep into her mouth, trying to tell her with actions exactly how I feel about her.

Having her with me, her body pressed up against mine, suddenly everything is right again.

It just confirms everything I realized the moment I discovered she’d gone.

Tatum Callahan isn’t just my wife. She’s my everything.

Our kiss quickly turns heated, too heated for being out in public in this quaint little village.

It pains me to do so, but I manage to pull my lips from hers, breaking our kiss.

Resting my forehead against hers, I hold her eyes as her increased breaths rush over my face.

“Fancy showing me around your new place, baby?”

Her eyes bounce between mine and I smirk, able to read her thoughts.

She wants to refuse, to tell me where to go. But she won’t, because she wants this place too much.

“I can’t believe you’ve done this,” she whispers.

“This place was always meant to be yours, Tate. Now it is. Your name is on the deed. It’s yours to do whatever you want with.”

“And if I want to live here?” she asks.

“Then we’d need to discuss how that works in reality.”

She frowns, her brow rippling against mine.

“You’d consider it?” she asks as if the concept is impossible to believe.

“I want to be with you, Tatum. And if this is where you need to be, then…” I take in a deep breath. “Then we’d figure something out. I’m not losing you to another country. It’s not going to happen.”

Reaching for her hand, I place her hand against my chest, letting her feel just how fast my heart is racing.

“You’re in here, Tatum. And I need you—” Wrapping my other arm around her back, I pin her against my body. “Right fucking here.”

“King,” she gasps.