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“Yeah, well, she’s not just anyone. Did anyone track down the old doctor who delivered Lily?”

“Yep,” Dillon says. “Finn found him. Gregory Valdova. He lives in Jemez Springs, New Mexico. Had a private practice in Sante Fe before he retired ten years ago. He and his wife raise horses now.” He shuffles through papers on his desk before sliding one across to me. “This is his address and phone number. Jude tried to cut him a check, but he refused it, just wanted to know if she and the baby were all right.”

“I’ll take care of it.” I glance at the info scrawled on the paper before shoving it in my pocket. Landry will want to thank them as soon as it’s safe for her to do it. In the meantime, I’ll drop a check in the mail to them. I can’t make them cash it, but I owe them anyway. They took care of my girls when I couldn’t. That isn’t something I’ll ever forget.

“Any idea when they’re going to raid?” I ask Dillon.

He and Easton share another look, clearly hesitant.

“Just tell me,” I sigh.

“The plan was to wait until the auction was confirmed to ensure they were able to scoop up all the players and free the girls. But since her uncle filed that report, they may know the club is under surveillance.” Dillon mutters a soft curse. “They’re trying to decide if they need to go ahead and raid or if they can risk waiting it out.”

“Either way, it won’t be much longer,” Easton says. “A few more days at most.”

A few days. Christ. Just a few more days until my girls are safe. I can’t fucking wait to deliver the news to Landry…for her to know once and for all that they’ll never come for her again.

Chapter Twelve

Landry

I’manervouswreckby the time Elodie, Samara, and I arrive at the courthouse. I’m actually marrying Keegan today. He’ll be my husband. We’ll be a real family.

It feels like a fairytale. One I’m not supposed to be living.

But as Elodie loops her arm through mine, leading me into Judge Hamilton’s chambers, my nerves settle. When I see Keegan standing in front of the judge in a tux, all of the anxiety simply…falls away. All I see is him. My future.

He turns as if he feels my eyes on him. His flare with heat as they run across me, taking in the flawless makeup, the elegant updo, and the ridiculously expensive wedding dress Samara and Elodie helped me pick.

Samara is holding Lily, leaving my hands free to clutch the bouquet Keegan sent me.

“Jesus,” he rasps, striding across the chamber to me. He immediately pulls me into his arms, burying his face in my throat. “Jesus, Landry baby. You’re glowing. You look like an angel.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, my heart thrilling. I feel like a princess right now, someone light years from the girl I was just a couple of weeks ago. In his arms, with my bouquet in my hand, and the silky dress trailing behind me, I feel like I’m home. Like the last two years were just a bad nightmare, some awful dream that has no sway here.

This is a fairytale. It’s mine, and it’s real.

“I have a present for you.”

I lift my head to look at him, startled. “You already bought me too much, Keegan.” It’s true. Between the dress, shoes, flowers, and jewelry, he’s spent a small fortune on making today perfect.

“I didn’t buy this one, sweetness,” he says, grinning as he reaches out to touch my cheek. “I went to see Dillon today. Everything has been taken care of.”

“You mean…?” My heart stutters and stalls, hope blooming.

“Yeah, baby, that’s exactly what I mean. You aren’t going to jail,” he whispers.

I throw myself into his arms, relief exploding through me. I’ve been so damn anxious about spending the rest of my life behind bars, kept from him and Lily for the choices I made. And now…I won’t. I never have to worry about that again.

Keegan catches me with a chuckle, crushing me up against his chest.

“I’m not going to jail,” I whisper, my voice choked.

“I promised you, didn’t I?”

Yeah, he did. And as I’m quickly coming to learn, Keegan never breaks a promise, not to me. His word is his bond. He says exactly what he means, means precisely what he says, and follows through, regardless of how impossible it seems.

We cling to each other for a long moment before the judge clears his throat. I pull back with my cheeks burning, but the older man just grins at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

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