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"You can't have thought after all of this that I'd just let you walk out of my life." He gently took her hands in his, kissed the knuckles on each hand then lifted her chin with his warm, strong fingers to his face—the face she wanted to look at forever. Everywhere. Sitting across from her at the table. Waking up with him each morning. Smiling at her from his desk. Hell, even scowling at her.
"Megan, honey, I've fallen in love with you. Please tell me you feel the same way."
"You love me?" She couldn't have heard that right. He loved her? It seemed too soon, and yet, it felt like she'd known him for years. Forever. He felt so right in her life, but it seemed impossible.
He laughed then. His dark eyes, framed with those impossibly thick lashes, the lines at the corners of his eyes a little more pronounced today than they had been yesterday and even this morning.
"Yes." He kissed her lips softly, his chuckles entering her mouth. His warm body pressed against hers, his hands holding her head gently but firmly to his.
"I love you too."
He picked her up and spun them around so fast she had to hold on to him tightly. No hardship there. When he stopped spinning them, he continued to hold her off the ground, but he kissed her again, then his laughing interrupted. "You thought I was breaking up with you."
"No, I didn't."
He threw his head back, and oh, it was beautiful. There was nothing more exciting and gorgeous than smiling Ford. "Yes, you did."
"Hey, get a room," Rory yelled as he walked back to his car. The prison transport van, loaded with Bobby Ray June and four armed guards pulled out just in front of him.
Setting her on the ground, Ford gave Rory the finger and promptly got one right back. Those deep dark eyes set on her again and his equally dark brows rose into his adorably tousled coal black hair. "Where are we going?"
"Lynyrd Station on the Hill."
Chapter40
Pulling up to his driveway, he let out a curse. "Well, fuck."
Emmy's truck, Dawson's truck, and his nephew Dillon’s truck were in the driveway. Every damned light in the house was on, and the music pumping through his stereo system could be heard before the garage door opened.
Glancing over to see Megan's reaction, she grinned, pretty as a picture, that very first picture he'd seen of her had captured his heart, but sitting here now with her, there was no comparison. "Looks like we're having a party."
"I wanted to have a private naked party." His mood was just south of dark because that thought had been running through his mind every mile they drove to get here.
She giggled, then leaned over the console and kissed his lips. "We can do that after this party. And that one doesn't have to end for a long time."
Her nose still touching his as her lips brought his thoughts to life made his heart hammer. He grasped her head between his hands and kissed her lips, driving his tongue into her mouth. "I do like the way you think. Why don't we make out here?”
"Uncle Ford is kissing," came the innocent comment from one of his nieces.
"Grr." He looked out the side window where his niece Jessica, Dawson's youngest, stood to look at them, the door to the house stood open and his sister and brother-in-law, Scott, looking out at them from the doorway.
Megan's cheeks turned an irresistible shade of red, and she flopped back into her seat, "Oh my God."
Chuckling, he opened his door, bending down to scoop Jessica up in his arms as she dove at him. Carrying her around to the passenger side of the truck, he opened the door and held his hand out to help Megan step down.
"I saw you kissing Uncle Ford. I'm Jessica."
"Hi Jessica, I'm Megan. How old are you?"
"I'm eight. How old are you?"
"Never mind, Jess." He chuckled again and took Megan's hand in his, giving her a squeeze. Emmy stepped from the doorway and hugged him with Jessica in his arm then gave Megan a good long squeeze. As they entered the house to the noise and commotion, they were enveloped by his family as introductions and drinks were passed around. This felt pretty damned awesome.
As he looked around the house, the smiles on his family made this feel so much better. They'd all been through so much. Megan too. Now it felt like they all had good things happening to them.
He leaned against his desk, a glass of bourbon in his hand watching Megan chat with the kids and with Dawson's wife, Sylvia. Her smile brightened the whole room. The kids gravitated to her and more than ever he wished Falcon were here to meet her. He'd never had much of a mother figure in his life. He'd love Megan. She was the perfect blend of strength and affection.
"You love her?" Emmy leaned on the desk next to him, their bodies side by side staring out at their family.
