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Honesty.

Respect.

Love.

“I like us,” she murmured, not bothering to fight the dampness in her eyes. He deserved to see it. To know exactly how much this meant to her.

“Me too. In fact, I love us.” He moved back to her again and framed her face in his hands. “I love you, Lo. So much. Come back to me. Be with me on our crazy tour bus of love and sex and insanity. Probab

ly forever, but I don’t want to scare you away if that sounds freaky and like way too much since you know, only a few weeks.”

She laughed through her tears. “I love you too. And I’m not scared. We’ll figure it out. Nothing will be fixed overnight. I sure haven’t been. I’m still the same mess I ever was. But it’s different when someone loves you.”

“And I do. So much.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he stepped back to pull his leather cord over his head. Before she could speak, he dropped it over her head, carefully pulling out her hair. “You’re my true north now. The one who will always remind me when I’m about to go over the edge.”

She couldn’t hold back a sob as she clutched the compass charm, still warm from his body. “You do the same for me. Every time.”

He tugged on her hand. “We have to go. The bus is leaving for Vegas. Our big night. Say you’ll come.”

“Oh God, I can’t. I want to, but Ethan—” She glanced back to see her best friend standing behind her with a grin.

“Uh uh. Ethan’s not standing in the way of true love anymore. Time for me to find some of my own, or its nearest statistical equivalent.” He waved the little paper in his hand that had to be the receptionist’s phone number. “Go on. Have fun.”

“Thank you. I’ll call.” She hurried to give him a quick hug then turned toward West and grinned. “I’m ready.”

“Don’t you need to pack or—ah, hell, forget it. We’ll go shopping on the road.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her after him as she struggled to hold on to her beautiful flowers, making her laugh. “Everyone is so excited to see you. We made you your own bunk.”

“Really? There was room?”

“Well, Ryan’s been gone more than he’s been around, and it’s just…there’s a story.” He smiled back at her though his eyes were troubled. “Always a story, Lo. But I was thinking we need a dog, you and me. The start of our own family.”

“Yeah?” God, her head was spinning.

He pulled out the photo in his pocket and gave it to her. Bert. Oh God. “You found him? Really?”

“He’s ours. Waiting for us at home.” He pulled her into his arms and gave her a tender kiss. “Well, our home. The bus.”

She let out a laugh. “The best home I could ever imagine.”

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