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I kiss her so I don’t cry. When I find the will to end the kiss, I say, in a hoarse voice, “I’m not letting you go. I want you in my life. I want to build a life with you. Like I told you, I’m nothing but serious, and that’s exactly how I feel about you.”

“You sure about that?” she asks, playful but also protective. I get it—she’s been through a lot. She’d want to be certain.

This is the moment. Where I let her know just how all in I am. “I don’t want you to just be my girlfriend. You’re my partner—if you’ll have me. And, well, Luna and Parker too. We’re a package deal, and we all want you in our lives. For real.” Then I take a beat, my chest filling with hope but nerves too. Because I know this is a lot.I’ma lot. “If you’re ready for that.”

“You’re really not a casual guy, are you, Falcon?”

I laugh, but not for long. “I’m not.”

She doesn’t make me wait a second more. “I’m yours. And, well, I’m theirs too.”

And I kiss her again, with a new sense of…calm coursing through me. For so long, I’ve honed my focus on my kids, just my kids, figuring big love was for another time in my life. Then Sabrina came along and upended everything I’d thought I could have. Now, I know I can have my family and a love that knocks me to my knees.

I pick up the bag, hand it to her, and say, “Open it.”

With curious eyes and a quirk in her pretty lips, she dips a hand in the bag, then gasps. “Tyler, you didn’t.”

“I did.”

With uncommon glee, she takes out her gift—a sparkly tiara.

She hands it to me. “Put it on me.”

“With so much pleasure,” I say, then set the glittery little crown on her head, adjusting it just so. “Beautiful.”

She bobs a shoulder. “I do like shiny things.”

“You’ll get many, many more,” I say, holding her gaze so she gets the full meaning.

“Keep them coming.” Then she nods to the exit. “Let’s go. Yourpartneris going to have to start working on a whole new list real soon. Like, say, tonight.”

I’m up and out of there so fast.

When I reach the corridor I remember something—I snagged a ride here with Miles. “I don’t have my car. Do you?”

“I got a ride with Leighton. But don’t worry—I’ve got this.”

Fifteen minutes later, Rhonda rolls up in her Prius, pokes her head out the window, and eyes me up and down. “Looks like you’re riding that hot daddy.”

“Yes, I am,” Sabrina says.

And whatever Sabrina wants, she gets.

We hop into her fairy godmother’s carriage and ride off into the night.

51

JOB OFFER

Sabrina

“I love…this headboard…so much,” I say, as I hold on tight to the cushioned headboard in his bedroom while I ride Tyler’s face.

He growls against me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as I grind against him, his whiskery beard scratching my thighs, his tongue rocking my world, his lips devouring me.

No surprise he insisted on eating first. My man is hungry, and I like to make sure he’s well fed.

My fingers curl tighter. I rock faster. He plunges deeper. “Oh god,” I gasp as pleasure curls inside me, pulsing bright and hot through my cells.

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