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The priest drapes the sixth cord.

“The knots of this binding are not formed by these cords but instead by your vows. Either of you may drop the cords, for as always, you hold in your own hands the making or breaking of this union,” he says as he ties them before slipping them off our hands. “Shall we exchange rings?”

“Yes,” I tell him as I wipe a tear from Greer’s cheek.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the wedding band. Slipping it onto her left finger. I bring it up, laying a kiss over the stones.

Greer grabs my left hand, slipping the black band on.

“You may kiss your bride,” the priest murmurs.

I pull Greer into me, kissing her fiercely as the wind whips around us. Falling in love is a man’s biggest weakness, and she’s mine.

“That all of them?”Enzo asks as he breaks down the last box.

“It is.” I nod, leaning against the counter. “Thank you for doing this,” I tell him honestly.

“For doing what? Moving boxes or moving across the country?” He raises a brow.

“Both.” I shrug.

“I told you before, I would be willing to make the move. You and I both know there was nothing left for me back there in Italy...” He trails off, looking away. “Besides, you can’t beat the setup I have here.” He points over his shoulder to the guest house he’s moved into.

“Have you settled in all right?”

“I have. And before you ask, everything made it here in one piece,” he says, referring to our possessions that were shipped from Italy.

“Good.”

“Good afternoon, you two,” Killian says as he walks into the kitchen. “What kind of trouble are you two getting into today?” he asks as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me.

“Trouble? As far as I’m concerned, trouble just walked in,” I tease.

Killian buries his face into my neck, lightly biting me, making me moan.

“And on that note, I’m out. Text me if you need me, Greer,” Enzo says as he slips out.

“Hi,” I whisper, hugging Killian tight.

“Hi.”

“I missed you this morning,” I tease.

“Trust me, I much rather have been in bed with you.”

“That bad?” I frown.

“Don’t worry about it,a ghrá,” he says, kissing me. “How about I take you back upstairs and show you what I wanted to do to you this morning.”

I wrap my legs around his waist. “Count me in,” I say as I kiss right below his ear.

Killian picks me up right as his phone starts to ring.

“You should answer it,” I say, nipping his ear.

“You’re more important,” he growls. His phone starts ringing again, making us both groan.

Killian sets me back down on the counter and pulls out his phone. Frowning, he answers.

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