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“I’d die for you,” I murmur against her skin. “Kill for you. Live for you. Whatever you need, baby, it’s yours. Always.”

She exhales, soft and shaky, wrapping herself around me.

And I don’t pull away.

I just hold her.

Her arms are warm around me, grounding me, keeping me here when everything else feels too big, too much.

For the first time in so fucking long, I feel like I can breathe.

Like I can finally—finally—rest.

ChapterForty-Three

Atlas

Two days.

We spend two whole days in our place . . . bonding. That’s how Blythe likes to describe it.

Me? I called it fucking like rabbits.

She didn’t love that phrasing.

Can she blame me, though? I’ve been holding back since the first time I wanted to kiss her, touch her, make her mine.

And now?

Now, I can’t get enough.

But right now, she’s out with her friends, and I’m at the shop.

We’ve got plans for the parlor, and—yeah. This isn’t a two-year challenge anymore.

This is my life now. A life I want to share with her.

Which is why I finally posted the announcement—this is where people can find me now. Clients, artists, anyone looking for me. No more bouncing between shops, no more couch surfing or renting a place for the season.

I’m done with that lifestyle. The one where I don’t give two fucks if I belong, where I just exist.

And speaking of making things permanent—my lawyer is already looking into changing Blythe’s name. She doesn’t have to marry me to become Blythe Timberbridge . . . but I plan on proposing anyway.

I want her forever. Her, our daughter . . . maybe a couple of more kids that will start our family.

I’m sketching out a design for tomorrow’s client when a knock sounds at the shop door.

I expect Malerick. He tried to swing by yesterday, but I told him—politely—to fuck off. I was with my woman.

But when I look up and see Ledger standing behind the glass, I go still.

I was not expecting him.

I set my pencil down and push to my feet, unlocking the door with zero hesitation.

I swing it open. “What the fuck do you want?”

He exhales, hands shoved in his pockets. “I had no idea?—”