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“Yours,” I promise. “I’ve always been yours.”

He ducks his head, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes.

It feels just like it did that very first time he kissed me, but also so much more. Because this isn’t just our first kiss; it’s the start of our new lives.

Our new lives together, as a family.

Exactly as it always should have been, and always will be.

EPILOGUE

Ella

Thanksgiving

“Are we nearly there?” I ask, making Colt chuckle.

We touched down on Seattle soil a little over an hour ago. Or at least, that's how long I think it was. No sooner had he whisked me through the airport than he was he lifting me into his truck and pulling a blindfold down over my eyes.

That was…a while ago, and I’m still sitting here in the dark.

I get it. I’m excited. But I’m also scared as hell.

Memories of the last time I was here linger in the back of my mind. The sadness, the desperation, the utter life-changing heartbreak.

But I don’t want to dwell on that. We’re two very different people now.

No, we’re not just two people.

We’re a couple. A unit. A family.

I feel it in every single one of Colt’s touches, in his kisses, in the way he looks at me.

“Yes,” he says with a sigh as if he’s talking to a small child who’s asked every five minutes.

“You could have just let me see,” I mutter dejectedly.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Over the past few weeks, he’s told me so much about this place and the work that’s happening, whether it’s been in person when he’s been in Texas or over the phone while we’ve been separated. But he’s never gone into detail, so what I’ve made up in my head could be completely wrong.

As nervous as I am being back here, I’m also incredibly excited. Not only am I back here in the city where my closest friends are, I’m also going to get to spend tomorrow with those I love the most.

Mom flew out with us, but Colt arranged for her to go to his apartment so she could chill out and ready for Benny’s arrival in a few hours. She’s being well looked after by Letty right now.

I smile as I think of my best friend. I may not have seen her in person since leaving here, but man, she’s been my rock since I reached back out.

When Colt has been back here, he’s been incredibly busy, so to have her at the end of the phone when I’ve felt a little vulnerable has been everything.

I can’t wait to see her in person.

“Okay,” Colt says as we go over a bump before the truck comes to a stop.

My stomach summersaults.

We’re here.

His home. Our home.