Page 91 of Vow To The Devil


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Talia glances at me with a laugh and tucks the blanket around her shoulders. “You think you know me so well."

"Darling girl." I smirk at her. "If I don't know everything about you by now, then I have the joy of learning. I've got the rest of our lives."

Talia doesn't answer but she rests her head against my shoulder. God damn, that feels so exquisite.

Despite the urgency of our sudden wedding, contentment settles through me. With Talia by my side, I'm ready to face whatever comes next. Diaper changes, sleepless nights, spit up. Bring it on.

I drive just outside the city, to a two-story chrome and white house, a luxury vacation rental. We're parents now, so we can't go on any long honeymoon far away from Solana or the birthing center.

But I can have Talia to myself for tonight. I slow the car and pull into the drive. I step out and offer Talia my hand.

"Shall we, Mrs. Morgan?"

She takes it, beaming. "Yes please, Mr. Morgan."

Talia squeezes my hand as we walk into the yard and onto the beautiful verandah. She looks just like a movie star just now, her blue dress billowing in the breeze. I can't take my eyes off her glowing face.

"Just think," she says. "In a couple of weeks, we'll have a little girl with us."

I grin. "Our lives are about to change in the best way."

As we settle on the luscious outdoor furniture, Talia pauses, placing her hand on her pregnant stomach.

"This place is very nice."

I cock a brow at her. "Do you want me to buy it for you as a vow renewal present?"

She rolls her eyes, kicks off her shoes, and puts her feet in my lap. "A foot rub would be nice."

I massage her feet, which are swollen and red. I don't say a word about it. Rather, I relax and soak Talia in.

"It's so crazy to think our baby is growing in here right now," she marvels, cupping her stomach.

Reaching out, I gently lay my palm next to hers. A fierce protectiveness rises in me, determination steeling my spine.

"I'll always keep you both safe," I vow, my voice rough with emotion. Talia's eyes shine with unshed tears. "Solana too."

"I know you will."

Her lips curl and she leans forward to brush her lips over mine. In that kiss, I taste our future - one filled with love and family and new beginnings.

ChapterThirty-Six

DARE

The elevator doors slide open with a soft hiss, revealing the pristine interior of the Morgan Building's top floor. I step out, Talia's hand clasped loosely in mine, her swollen belly preceding her. My brother waits by the frosted glass doors of the conference room, arms crossed, face unreadable.

Talia squeezes my hand before letting go. "I'll be right here when you're done," she says softly, lowering herself onto a leather couch outside the room.

I nod, throat tightening, and push through the doors. Burn's impassive facade cracks into a smile as he steps forward to embrace me.

"It's good to see you, brother," he murmurs, clapping me firmly on the back. For a moment, we simply stand there, clasped in each other's arms. The knot of tension that's sat heavy in my chest for months finally begins to unwind.

Stepping back, Burn gestures to the glossy oak table. "Shall we?"

I sink into the plush leather chair, exhaling slowly. "I'm glad we're doing this. Moving forward, together."

Burn nods, eyes glinting. "Me too. It's time the Morgans present a united front."

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