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He moves toward me, meeting me in the middle of the room to swing me off my feet, kissing me deeply, hungrily, conveying the depth of his emotion in a way that mere words can’t.

This isn’t raw sexual desire. It’s something deeper and more meaningful. Love and promise.

We’re kissing a second time, wrapped up in each other, when Zev clears his throat next to us. “I guess that went as well as I could have hoped.”

Laughing, smiling, we break apart.

Zev stands on my other side, holding my hot chocolate tight as he claims my mouth.

When we finally part, he tips my cup toward me. “Here’s to us.”

“Yes.”

Forrest drapes his arm around my shoulders, and I tilt my head toward him as I accept my hot chocolate from Zev. Then I toast each of them with it. “And to happily ever after.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

Harper

Taking a deep breath,I smooth the front of my dress. It’s long, flowy, gorgeous, part of Amelia’s newest maternity line—and perfect for the commitment ceremony that Zev, Forrest, and I are having.

Our officiant is Altair Montgomery, who was at my wedding to Forrest.

My husbands and I spent days discussing venues, but in the end, I’d won the argument. I wanted to swear my vows in our house, surrounded by the things we love.

The nursery is finally finished, and all the furnishings are perfect. The room is as beautiful and serene as I hoped.

Some evenings I find myself in there when I can’t sleep, and I rock back and forth in the chair they bought for me, picturing our future together.

As I slowly descend the staircase, soft, instrumental notes greet me along with dozens of flickering candles, all in my favorite lavender and sage scent.

My grooms are dressed in business suits without ties, and they’ve left their top buttons undone.

I’ve been back home—and I think of it that way now—for two months, and every day has been better than the last.

They greet me with kisses, and I tuck my arm inside the crook of Forrest’s elbow while Zev holds my hand.

Then we stand facing Altair, whose back is to the fireplace.

Each of us recite our vows, to live as a committed trio, to honor and respect each other. This time, as he looks deep into my eyes, Forrest promises to love me until the end of time.

A happy sob catches in my throat. I’m filled with such joy that it seems to run over.

Afterward Altair excuses himself even though we insist we’d enjoy visiting with him.

“I’m a decent judge of social cues. And yours are telling me I should have left five minutes ago.” He grins. “I look forward to seeing all of you again.”

Both men shake his hand and thank him for performing the meaningful ceremony.

He raises my hand to his lips. “Enchanted, as always, Harper.”

“That’s Mrs. Donnelly,” Forrest snaps, with a warning growl in his voice.

Altair doesn’t seem the least bit concerned.

The new and improved version of my husband still has a very sharp, sexy edge.

He hasn’t always been perfect. And I know he still struggles not to make my decisions for me.