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No threat.
Just a promise.
And then he’s gone.
And I just...stand there. Staring at the door he walked through while trying to process the fact that my husband treats orgasms with the same level of planning most people reserve for natural disasters.
Which, to be fair, checks out. And I should not be surprised.
I run a hand through my hair and let out a breathy, disbelieving laugh.
Gage doesn’t do anything halfway. Not love. Not obsession. And I love him for it. He’s wild in ways that don’t always make sense to the world. But they make sense to me. Because underneath all that power and precision is the softest kind of devotion. The kind that builds you a kingdom just so you never have to wonder where you belong.
I glance at the dresser. At the bedroom. At the space where his body just was.
I’mhome.
Wrecked. In love. Wearing his shirt. And on a deadline I fully intend to blow through.
I married a man who’s going to ruin me a thousand more times.
With strategy.
With sensors.
With that look that saysI’ll love you like this for the rest of our lives.
And yeah. I’m absolutely going to unpack slowly so he comes back in ten minutes.
Because when Gage Black walks into a room and looks at me like I’m the only thing he sees? That’s my religion now.
CHAPTER 13
THE WEDDING WOLVES
Tim
UPDATE FROM THE ROAD. We are leaving soon. The Wedding Wolves are howling
Marin
Blackbriar, I am spiritually vibrating. Amelia, if this place is even half as amazing as the photos you sent last week, I will be weeping into the rose bushes before the welcome cocktails.
Colin
You weep during commercials. This means nothing.
Tim
FALSE. This means EVERYTHING. Our sister is getting married on sacred land her fiancé bought for her because he loves her so hard he had to erect a historical landmark about it.
Colin
You need help, bro.
Marin
I’ve visited once. Seen satellite pictures. I’ve zoomed in on the hedges. If this estate doesn’t whisper “you are the moment” and spiritually wink at me like “yes, bitch, you belong” the second I arrive, while simultaneously falling to its metaphorical knees just because Amelia exists and walked in with main character supremacy, I will be hexing the architect.
