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I brush a kiss onto his cheek before curling up on his chest. We drift off to sleep with plans for the future dancing in our heads like sugar plums.
EPILOGUE
BISHOP
Asmile tugs at my lips as I watch my wife waltz around the office, talking to everyone and making sure they are enjoying the holiday party. She looks over her shoulder, those golden eyes finding mine before she grins at me.
Harlow weaves her way through the festive decor and chattering employees until she’s standing in front of me. I waste no time pulling her into my arms and brushing a kiss to the side of her neck.
“You look incredible,” I whisper, breathing in her cinnamon sugar scent. “And you did an amazing job with the decorations, as always.”
Harlow leans back just enough to give me her bright smile. I love seeing the confidence she has in herself and her work. She’s come a long way since our first encounter ten years ago, and I’m just happy to be a part of her journey.
After going to art school and interning at one of the top interior design companies in the city, my talented wife proposed a business opportunity for Castillo Real Estate and Investments a few years ago. She’s now a full partner in the firm, and handles the staging of our properties as well as offers discounts for her interior design services once the sale has been finalized.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, her eyes twinkling beneath the Christmas lights strewn about the office.
“How amazing you are,” I answer truthfully, kissing her forehead.
Harlow rolls her eyes, but I know she loves my compliments. She didn’t get nearly enough growing up with her cold, uncaring parents, and I’ve been more than happy to make up for that over the last decade.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Castillo,” she teases, fluttering her eyelashes at me.
I grin at her, then swoop down and steal a kiss, needing to taste her sassiness on my tongue. Just like every time our lips meet, I’m instantly lost in her sweetness. Harlow gasps softly, her curvy body turning pliant beneath my hands.
“Good,” I rasp her mouth. “I know exactly where I want to be, Mrs. Castillo.” She smiles, her cheeks flushed from our kiss, and I hold her close, soaking up our little private moment.
“There you two are!” Thalia calls out from a few feet away. I look up and see her dragging Romeo behind her. He’s glaring at everyone he thinks might be looking at his woman. I’d call him ridiculous, but I’m the same way about my wife.
“Hey!” Harlow greets her, spinning out of my arms. “I didn’t think you two were going to make it.”
The girls hug while Romeo and I shake hands.
“We almost didn’t,” Thalia whispers, winking as her cheeks turn red. The two of them giggle, then Thalia loops her arm through Harlow’s and asks for a tour around the office to show off her handiwork.
“How’s business?” Romeo asks.
“Really well, actually. I was worried that taking a step back to be with the family would rock the boat, but the transition has been good.” Even if it tanked, I would never regret being there for our three beautiful, mischievous kids.
Romeo grunts and nods his head. He made a similar move a few years ago, after Thalia had their second child.
“Who would have fucking thought?” he muses, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. “Two surly bastards somehow ended up in a happily ever after with women we sure as hell don’t deserve.”
“The stuff of romance novels,” I confirm, my eyes scouring the crowd for my leading lady. As if sensing me, Harlow pops her head up, her gaze finding mine instantly. She gives me the sweetest, purest smile, and I’m caught up in her magic as Romeo rambles on about something.
“And that’s when we all put on grass skirts and coconut bras to distract the cartel.”
“What?” I jerk my head in his direction, my eyes wide.
Romeo smirks. “Just keeping you on your toes, brother,” he says with a chuckle right as our wives rejoin us.
I pull Harlow into my arms, not liking it when she’s away from me for too long. The four of us chat for a bit, then Romeo and Thalia go searching for food and some spiked eggnog.
“Ready to go home?” I murmur into the shell of her ear.
“What? No! We’ve been here for an hour!” she says with a pout. “And we already paid the babysitter for the entire evening.”
Chuckling darkly, I trail kisses down her neck and nuzzle into her shoulder. “I can think of something else for us to do,” I whisper.
