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He doesn’t loathe him, though. He just brings him into his arms as soon as he is clothed, and then we spend the evening eating dinner on the couch, with Princess next to us. I see the way he sneakily feeds him chicken, but I don’t comment on it. Hopefully those farts the dog will assuredly have will deter him from future feedings, but we’ll see. Damon has a soft spot for him. I can tell.
“I love you,” Damon whispers, his head leaning against my shoulder as the movie on the screen wraps up. “I am so fucking in love with you.”
I touch the side of his face gently and smile down at him.
“You’re it for me, Damon.”
And he grins back.“No getting rid of me now, big guy.”
We chuckle, and then I bring him to bed, pulling Damon into me after we get settled, and listening as he falls asleep. Princess is at our feet, curled up and snoring loudly. And I’m at peace. I’m so fucking ready for my life with him.
With them.
No matter what, I’m in this forever.
EPILOGUE
Six Months Later
Damon
Fucking Kansas. I can’t believe I’m back here, but then again, I do have a house in the country in California now with my fiancé. I’m basically a rancher at this point.
I still can’t get over how he proposed either. The whole thing was so entirely Tomas. It wasn’t a crazy over-the-top fancy shindig either. Not even close. It was just us and Princess at the drive-in theater. We were eating popcorn, watching the screen when he whispered “Marry me” in my ear. With a smile—and yeah, maybe a quick happy squeal—I nodded my head and kissed the hell out of him as my answer. He slid that ring on my finger, and I nearly wept.
God, it was perfect.
He’s perfect.
After I told him I was in love with him in the shower, I’ve said it every single day since. I don’t hold back. I’m in love with this man. There’s no denying it. I love every single part of him. And I’m not going to fight it. I’m going to embrace every part of him, of me, of us.
There’s no reason to try and fight it. The two of us are inevitable.
We were made for each other.
But now we’re at the farmer’s market in the middle of nowhere Kansas, and I question my sanity. Because Kansas is boring as fuck, and I swear, despite the jam they sell at this farmer’s market—which I plan on slathering across Tomas’s dick later—I am bored out of my motherfucking mind.
“Jimbob, you really need to come to California and sell this stuff. It is divine,” I say as I take a bite of cracker and jam. “It’s made for bigger things than nowhere Kansas.”
Jimbob, in his overalls and plaid shirt smiles meekly at me. He looks like a Midwestern god, all rugged and sweet. “Not my place to go to California.”
“Oh lord, you would make a killing there though. You should give it some thought.”
“Yeah, but I like my small town.”
He glances to his right, and I see a younger guy walking by, a scowl on his face. He looks a little alternative for here, with black jeans and a black tank top. When he sees Jimbob smiling, he flips him off before continuing on his way.
Well, that’s just rude.
Jimbob looks flustered and meets my gaze. “He hates me. Don’t know why.”
I purse my lips. “He’s probably in love with you.”
Jimbob snorts and then a meow sounds from the front pocket of his overalls. A kitty cat, an orange kitten more like it, peers its head out of the large pocket and stares at me.
“I swear, Jimbob. You are straight out of a novel. I cannot.”
Tomas appears at my side, a bag of fruits and vegetables hanging on his arm.
