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I crawled up the bed and got behind him.
“Oh, are we spooning?” he asked, making room for me.
“We are absolutely spooning. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No. I’ll be your little spoon any day.”
“Too right, you will. Now come here.”
We curled up together, my arm around him, hand over his heart, as I pulled him tight against my chest and buried my nose in his neck. I loved the scent of him, the feel of this man next to me, and the knowledge he was all mine.
“I love you, Killian Wilde, and I’m so glad you came to find me.”
“I love you. Whatever we do, we’ll figure it out. All that matters is that we do it together. Wilde and Lorde taking over the world.”
I laughed and squeezed him tighter. “We already agreed; it’s Lorde and Wilde. Alphabetical.”
“Oh, right. I forgot. It makes sense. You do like to be on top.”
Epilogue
KILLIAN
The album had been out two weeks. Simply titled ‘London days, Montana nights,’ which was the title track and our first single. It was a surprise how well it was received, but that’s what happens when your romance and your music go viral on social media. As much as Jamie and I didn’t like being publicly discussed, I had to admit knowing there were so many fans rooting for us only added to the enjoyment of our success.
I found my boyfriend—I still wasn’t used to that word—at the stables. He was having an entire conversation with Dusty as he fed the horse an apple. It was endearing, watching him, knowing that he’d chosen this. He’d chosen to be here with us, with me.
“We’re going to be late if you don’t get your ass in gear right now, London boy,” I said from where I leaned against the entryway to the stable.
His gaze shot to mine, a little embarrassment creeping up on his cheeks in the form of a pink blush.
“I was just saying goodbye. We’re going to be gone for a solid fortnight. What will Dusty think if I don’t give him a proper farewell?”
“He’ll probably think, who’s going to feed me my extra snacks and keep adding to my weight problem?”
“Killian, we do not shame him over his weight. He’s perfect as he is.”
“That’s not what Clara says. Pretty soon, we won’t even be able to ride him.”
“He’s just sturdy. That’s all.”
“Whatever you say. You’ve lived here for three whole months, so it does make you an expert.”
He smirked before heading my way. “Quite right. I’m glad you’re seeing things my way. Is the car here?”
“Yes.” The car was waiting and had been for the last five minutes. “Just pulled up. I already loaded our bags. Are you ready?”
Nervous excitement filled his eyes, and he nodded. We were headed to London, not only for a two-week getaway where the two of us could enjoy each other before the craziness of public appearances and the inevitable tour happened, but so he could do something very important.
After jumping through every governmental hoop thrown at him, undergoing background tests, and a rigorous application process, Jamie had purchased the home for boys where he’d spent the most important years of his life. He’d renamed it in honor of Kelly, the woman who took care of him and fostered his love of music. Then he had vowed to take in every young unhoused child he possibly could.
While the two of us weren’t in a place in our lives where children were a possibility, he hadn’t wanted to squander this time by ignoring a need he was all too familiar with. So, he partnered with Wilde Horse Ranch and created a trust to pay for staff and supplies, room and board, and everything these children might need. His reasoning was that if he couldn’t give them a home with parents, he could at least give them a home where they would feel safe.
Tomorrow morning, he would be there for the ribbon cutting and the dedication of the garden in memorial to the wonderful woman who’d saved his life.
As we rode in the back of the SUV taking us to the airport, I noticed the uneasy jitter of his legs, the way he fidgeted and picked at his cuticles, and his compulsive gum chewing.
“Hey,” I said. “You’re all right. I’ve got you.”
