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Lincoln was starting to make sense.
He’d gone out of his way to look after both me and Eric, and I needed to decide if I could live with him without hearing the words I wanted to hear desperately. This man had gone to bat for us repeatedly. Staying at his apartment. Making deliveries without being asked. Chasing down former clients so they’d give us business again. He was a good, good man. I loved him deeply. And he wanted to marry me.Keep us.
I smashed my lips against his. Whole. I finally felt whole again.
He held me tight against him, giving me every bit of himself. I felt how he’d missed me. That he loved me. That he needed me.
“This is the best,” Eric said as we broke apart.
I brushed my mouth against Lincoln’s. “You know how terrible I am about losing my keys. I don’t think we’re ever going to be able to leave.”
“Good. Because I’m not helping you find them.” He kissed my forehead tenderly. “How the mighty have fallen.”
I’d said those exact words to him the day of his arrest, just like I’d pretended to lose my keys to keep him out of jail. And he remembered.
“I already told you I have.” He was going to make me admit I’d fallen for him a lot. I just knew it.
He smirked. “I meant me.”
Epilogue
Lincoln
“I thoughtI’d get married before you. Are you doing this because you’re the oldest and want to go in order?”
Teague tugged on his red bow tie.
“I’m getting married because I love her.”
“Good thing we had these suits made on the double. Thank God we’re wearing them at your wedding instead of mine.”
I scowled. “You can manage for the ceremony. For dinner, you can lose the tie and cummerbund.”
“Thanks for the permission.” He punched me in the arm. “I’m happy for you.”
I was happy for me too. Ecstatic was more like it.
We were getting married on the rooftop of our apartment building. And we’d thrown it all together in four days.
“Is it straight?” Eric turned to me for examination.
“Looks perfect.” I reached in my pocket. “I have something for you.”
He watched with careful fascination as I opened the small box. “Cuff links.”
“These belonged to our grandfather. They’ve brought me a lot of luck.” I urged him to accept the box. “I want you to have them.”
“Me?”
I nodded. “Allow me to show you how to put them on.”
I threaded them through the slits in the cuffs of his white shirt.
He studied his wrists and grinned. “These are great! Thank you.”
“They look very nice.” I shrugged on my coat. “You’re quite handsome today.”
He checked his reflection in the mirror. “I want to wear my new suit every day.”
