she’d completely taken over my life.
Not that I was complaining.
She wore one of my flannels over a soft cream sweater while autumn wind tossed strands of hair around her face.
Mine.
That dangerous little thought still lived permanently in my head.
Mine to protect.
Mine to love.
Mine to grow old beside.
Flick caught me staring and smiled wider.
“You’re doing it again.”
I walked toward her slowly.
“Doing what?”
“Looking at me like I hung the moon.”
I stopped directly in front of her.
“Maybe you did.”
Her cheeks turned pink instantly.
Hell.
I loved that too.
Behind us, Wolf made a disgusted noise.
“Jesus Christ.”
Trigger nodded solemnly. “They’re unbearable now.”
Flick laughed softly while I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against me.
The engagement ring on her hand flashed in the afternoon sunlight.
Simple.
Beautiful.
Perfect for her.
She rested her hand against my chest quietly.
“You okay?”
That question hit deeper than she probably realized.
Because six months ago?
