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“And your loves, Mr Jackson? Do you have a special someone in particular?”

I saw Sophie’s dad in the crowd and bit my tongue. Sophie didn’t bite hers, though. She stepped forward, bold and steadfast, snaking her hand through my arm and resting her head against my shoulder.

The journalist turned her attention to Sophie, shoving the microphone in her face instead.

“Are you the artist’s muse?” she asked.

“One of them,” Sophie smiled. “The human one. We have a dog, too, Casey. She’s the model on the wall up there.”

Sophie’s parents came rushing forwards on sight of her, honing in on the conversation with horror on their faces. She didn’t flinch, not for a second, meeting her dad’s glare with her head held high.

“Can we have a picture of you together? For the magazine?”

Sophie smiled and pressed herself right against me for the whole world to see.

“I’m Sophie Harding, of Harding’s Property,” she said. “Callum Jackson’s very proud girlfriend.”

The look on Mr Harding’s face told me he wasn’t sharing the fucking sentiment, but Sophie didn’t seem to care. Not one fucking bit.

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Epilogue

Sophie

“Honey, I’m home.” I grinned as I closed the door behind me, then waited for it. I was ready for Casey’s assault, crouching down so she could cover me in doggy kisses while I threw aside my ID badge and all the other work shit.

Callum smiled at me from across the living room, and in his eyes there was still a hint of savage, not that most people would see it these days. His new jeans fitted him like a glove, hugging his toned arse like they’d been painted on him. Judging by the splotches of paint on his t-shirt there was probably some truth in that.

He stepped back to give me a better view of his canvas. The Sophie he’d painted was glowing, beaming with happiness at the tiny baby in her arms.

“It’s beautiful...” I whispered. “You’re so bloody good, Callum. I hope you realise just how talented you are.”

“Love painting in this place,” he said. “I’m so happy here, Soph.”

“Me too. Beats the crap out of Canary Wharf.” I walked past him, staring out of the window at our new little yard. “We’ll be good here, Callum. The Haygrove people are really nice.”

“Should hope so,estate manager. Else you’ll have to sort ’em out, won’t ya? Good you’re getting right back on the horse, Soph, they had nothin’ much on you and they knew it.”

I watched him paint awhile, loving the way he moved, the way he gritted his teeth in concentration.

“You’re going to make an incredible father.”

“I wanna have six, at least,” he said. “Loads of the little buggers.”

The image reignited the flame I’d been harbouring all day. It didn’t take much for it to flare into a fire.

I pressed up against my savage’s back. “In that case we’d better get started.”

I plucked the paintbrush from his grip, dropping it with a plonk into the water jug, then pulled up his t-shirt to plant hot kisses down his spine. He turned and reached for me, but I sidestepped. I shook my head. “I want you naked. I want you ready. I want you in that fucking bedroom, right now, Callum Jackson.”

He stared down at me, eyes glinting. “You’re a bit bossy tonight, don’t ya think? Might have to do something about that…”

“Don’t try me. I learnt from the best.” I pointed to the bedroom. “Shut your mouth and do what the hell you’re told.”

He took his time about it, sloping slowly down the hallway with his eyes still on mine. I followed him in, standing triumphant as he adhered to my instruction.

“Naked,” I said. “Now.”

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