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And I almost believe him until his hand accidentally brushes over my hard-to-hide erection. I suck in a breath and grab both his hands. “My sweet, sexy, bratty little boy.” I lean down to draw in his intoxicating scent and whisper in his ear, “It’s time to remind you just who’s in charge.”

Epilogue

One Year Later

Monday, June 8th, 6:30 a.m.

Canyon

“Time to get up,” I say in my sweetest voice. It doesn’t help. The pillow hits me square in the face.

“It’s too early.” Wade pulls the covers over his head.

“It was your idea to get up this early. Not mine.” The scent from his pillow draws me in, and I’m tempted to join him under the covers. But the coffee is brewing and he really does need to get up.

Wade not being a morning person was a bit of a surprise to me. It’s mostly because sleep eludes him. His mind is always going. Things are better now that he's no longer the CEO of Darian Enterprises. Last year, the board convinced him to stay for another month to get through the fallout with Meredeth and Owen. And to get the audit started. Ander stepped in after that, and now he has everything under control. Owen testified againstMeredith, and now she spends her days in prison. That’s one less thing Wade has to worry about.

“I changed my mind,” he says. “I’m not going.”

I laugh and pull the covers down. “You can’t just take the day off. Especially not today.” I kiss his face, and he blinks at me with sleepy eyes. It took a long time for him to fall asleep last night. And while I can take the blame for some of that, he tossed and turned long after we were done. “What are you worried about?”

“Come closer and I’ll tell you.” He tries to pull me down on the bed, but I stay strong.

“Stop trying to distract me. These are your friends.”

He sits up with a huff. “I abandoned them. What if they hate me?”

“Now you’re being dramatic. What happened to my bosshole CEO?”

He reaches for me again, and this time, I don’t pull away. “Still here. Anytime you want to be bossed around, just let me know.”

“Oh yeah?” I snuggle against him, and he kisses my neck. And my shoulder. When his hand reaches under my shirt, I shift—smacking him in the face with his own pillow. I jump out of bed, letting out a squeak when he grabs for me.

He fluffs the pillow. “Where ya going, sweetheart?”

I hold up a hand. “Truce. I think the coffee’s ready.” But I only take a few steps before he asks the question I’ve been expecting since he woke up.

“Have you heard from River?”

“Not yet. But it’s early.”

He tucks the pillow behind him. “Okay.”

“Babe, River knows how important this is to you.”

He nods, but he still looks a little nervous. I slip out of the room and head toward the kitchen and the scent of coffee.

Wade’s home is beautiful—a palace compared to my place with River. I had a hard time leaving River at first. But my brother loves living on his own. And he’s been slowly fixing up for the last year.

Things were a little rocky at first. Wade had no idea what to do with his free time. And I was ready to move on from my job, so, with help from River, we started our own retreat company. Now, people hire us to organize and do on-site management for their corporate retreats. We also provide support afterward by gathering feedback from employees and managers and helping them integrate their experience. Thankfully, Wade came up with the wording.

At first, I was nervous about traveling all over the country, but now it’s my favorite part. Alex is actually jealous that I get to go to so many places.

How did I survive without this man to love me? Without my Daddy? Not sure. All I know is I don’t ever want to be without him again.

Once I have my coffee, I sit at the fancy breakfast nook and check my messages. Still nothing from River.

Not that I'm worried. Since we opened our business six months ago, River has never once bailed on us.

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