Page 110 of Holden’s Resurrection

“But—”

“Charleigh, baby, please find us a house. I want my family set up and settled as soon as that can happen. I know it’s asking a lot for you to handle it on your own, but I’m asking all the same—find our family somewhere to live.”

“Okay,” she whispered. “But, Holden, I’m not alone, I have you.”

His eyes lost focus and his body locked.

Jesus, Jesus.

They’d done it.

They’d won.

Just start living.

Holden let the beauty of her words wash away the bitterness of the past and he did exactly what Jameson told him to do.

“You’re correct. You are not alone.” Holden was well-aware his voice was gruff and he didn’t give two shits it cracked when he said, “I love you, Leigh-Leigh.”

“I love you, too, Holden.”

Last night, he hadn’t been wrong when he was lying between his girls thinking there was nothing better, but he hadn’t taken into account how good it felt to hear Leigh-Leigh say those words. Having his girls close, heaven. Hearing Leigh-Leigh tell him she loved him, a mili-inch less than the best feeling in the world. And only because anytime Faith was in the equation, it was the best.

“Find us a house.”

“Okay. Um…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, really, but…um…the girls are here and they want to go with me.”

Fuck, the velvet blows just kept coming. The girl posse had closed ranks. Six new best friends for Charleigh. Six new aunts for his daughter. Six women who would show his daughter what it meant to be strong, loyal, and loving. Hell, yeah, that blow took his breath.

“Then take them. Just don’t let Evie buy us the house.”

“Would she do that?”

“Absolutely, yes. She is generous with wedding gifts.”

“Wedding gifts?” Charleigh breathed.

He didn’t bother explaining to her she’d be wearing his ring in the next couple of days. And as soon as the weather broke, he’d be dragging her ass and all of their friends up the knoll that used to be Swagger land but now belonged to Chasin and Evie. And they’d be saying their vows in the same place everyone else had.

Nixon had once said that farm was hallowed ground. All of his childhood memories were wrapped up with that land. And when Nix’s father passed, that farm became even more sacred. Nixon allowing Evie to buy the farmhouse and some of the land from him with the promise to keep it in the family was a testament to how much Nixon trusted Chasin.

Holden caught Weston’s reflection in the window and told Charleigh, “Gotta run, everyone’s waiting on me to start the meeting.”

“Wedding gifts,” she echoed.

“Baby, we’ll talk when I get home. It’s Sunday and no one wants to be here. Let me get this meeting done and you and your girls go buy us a house.”

“Hold—”

“Love you.”

Holden disconnected and pocketed his phone before he turned and caught Weston smiling at him.

“What?”