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“Did you mean what you said?” she asks softly. She doesn’t need to explain, I know what she is talking about.

“Every damn word.”

She pulls away to stare at me. “What if I never want to get married again?” she asks. “What if Tyler wants to get to know his dad one day? What if...”

I don’t let her finish, silencing her with a kiss. She is working herself up over things that may never even happen. I kiss her until her body melts into mine.

“First, if you don’t want to get married, we won’t. As long as I can have you in my life and be part of yours, I’ll be happy. Second,” I say, making sure she focuses on me. “If Tyler wants to know his dad, we will cross that bridge when we get to it. As for the rest, we can figure it out together.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Luke,” she says, tears brimming in her eyes. “If I let myself love you and you leave, it will break me.”

“I already love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Epilogue

This Is My Life

Abigail - Six MonthsLater

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” I ask Skye for the tenth time but she just smiles.

“We will be fine,” she replies. “Alistair will be here soon and he’ll help me.”

“Ali?” I ask my brows shooting into my hairline. “He’s terrified of Tyler.”

She laughs freely. “He’s getting better at it. Now stop making excuses and get out of here. Before my brother comes looking for you.”

I nod and make my way out of her apartment and to my car. For the past two weeks Luke has been planning our date night. We haven’t been out on a single real date, ever, and he is adamant on correcting that.

I love the idea of having some alone time with him, but I’ve never been away from Tyler more than the few hours he spends at daycare and my nerves are shot. I know Skye would never do anything to hurt my child or allow him to come to harm, but a mother still worries. Taking a deep breath, I push my fear aside and drive back to my apartment.

I still have to grab a shower, do my hair and makeup, and get dressed. I want to look my best for our first date. Pulling into my spot, I see that Luke’s truck is not there and let out a sigh of relief. I quickly make my way upstairs and into the shower, shaving my legs and making sure to moisturize every inch I can reach after.

Standing in front of my closet in nothing but a deep red thong and my garter belt, I stare at the clothing options available to me. I reach for a little black dress with a high hem and a low neckline that I haven’t worn in ages when hands cup my breasts from behind. I don’t hesitate to fall back against his muscular chest.

“You’re not supposed to be here yet,” I say with a smile.

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