He’s a unicorn now.
Uniquely alpha without any alpha-hole.
Thank God.
Thank God he’s mine.
We keepit local for the honeymoon, leaving just a couple days later, and I have no regrets.
Sailing Nova Scotia just north of the border with Ares is a dream.
Best of all, Ethan agreed to drop a lot of his usual comforts, leaving pure, plain us and a wild landscape that’s beautifully rugged.
The tiny cottage we’ve rented—more of a cabin, really—is true adventurer stuff.
The rocky forest surrounds us, the sea sparkles in the distance, and most of all, we have each other.
Ares immediately settles on the small wooden deck when we arrive, belting out lazy warning barks at the birds.
“This view is perfect!” I turn in Ethan’s arms as his hands find my waist.
“Knew you’d like it.” He drops a kiss on the end of my nose.
The living room even has a bookshelf piled high with old books, an enormous TV I’m sure we’ll barely spend any time watching, and a large sectional that curls halfway around the room.
Thatwill see plenty of use, I’m certain.
Just maybe not the kind it’s built for.
I run through the small rooms like a kid excited to be on vacation. I may be living out my lighthouse keeper’s wife fantasies and I’m not sorry.
The bathroom reeks with too much potpourri and the bedroom isn’t what I’d call spacious, but so what?
We have a bed.
That deserves a mention because it’s so vast.
I think we could sleep starfished and still not touch.
The moment I see it, I leap on the mattress, turning around and grinning up at him from where he stands by the doorway.
“We should sell your house in Portland and move here,” I say.
“Our house,” he corrects. Technically true since my apartment is no more.
That was a moving pain, briefly, but now I’m pumped to start filling his library withrealbooks.
“Our house,” I repeat, and it feels good. “But maybe we should consider selling it.”
“For what?”
“This!”
I throw out a hand, reaching toward the rustic ceiling that slopes at one side and the little window that’s straight from a colonial lover’s dream.
The closet is so small I probably can’t fit inside, but this place hascharm.
Ethan walks forward, filling the small space.
