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It didn’t make any sense. I knew that.

But with us... it just did.

His lips skimmed the top of my head, placing a kiss there.

But not before he whispered into the top of my head, “Mon coeur means my heart.”

Which caused my breath to stall in my lungs.

His arms tightened.

“Never lettin’ you go,” I heard him whisper as I fell into a dream-filled sleep.

That consisted of images of Saint and Soraya.

And maybe a little boy that looked just like Saint.

Thanks to the man I called mine, anything was possible.

Magic was in the air all around us this holiday season.

Chapter 8

Saint

“Brother, take a god damned chill pill, would you? She told you she would be here in thirty minutes. She’s only five minutes late.” Jasper said,

I didn’t comment on anything the fucker said. But come the fuck on, telling me to take a chill pill? He has met me... right?

For some weird as fuck reason, my hand went up to my chest, my knuckles rubbing at the place over my heart. The heart was made up of three chambers.

Two beings had invaded it.

And forever, they would stay.

When another thirty minutes had passed and still no sign of them, I was pacing.

I had called and called and called.

The brothers were getting worried along with me.

Just as I made another pass through the main room of the clubhouse, my phone rang.

Whipping it out, I figured I broke it when I slammed it open, put it to my ear, and asked, “Baby?”

A woman’s voice I didn’t recognize asked, “Hi, is this Benjamin Christopher, otherwise known as Saint?”

My brows furrowed, “Yeah, who the fuck is this?”

“My name is Connelly Zabo. I’m a nurse at Bayou Bend Hospital. We were asked to call you for an Ophelia and Soraya Cartwright.”

“Are they okay?” I asked as my fist rubbed over my heart.

My brothers were up and pulling their keys out of their pockets as I heard, “Yes. They are both going to be fine. Can you come to the hospital? Just ask for me.”

Thankfully, I hadn’t broken my phone, as I ran toward my bike, pocketing it.

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