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Her eyes bounce from the box I’m holding to mine.

“I was going to give you this two nights ago, but you were dealing with a lot. That said, I don’t want to delay things any longer.” I hand her the box.

“What is it?” Her uncertainty is evident.

“Open it!”

This was planned. Same for the new set of wheels waiting for her in my garage. Phoebe was instrumental in the decision-making. It turns out, my girl is quite partial to German luxury vehicles. So, I got her an Audi R8.

She opens the box and gasps.

Her big brown eyes bounce to mine, searching my own, shimmering with bewilderment. “Beckett?!”

Her gaze drops to the box.

“Oh, my God,” she says, teary eyes meeting mine. She pulls out the keychain and holds it at eye level. “Is this what I think it is?”

I smile at her.

I grab the box and toss it on the table.

I nod. “Those are all the keys to my house.” I drop my eyes to her clinging hands. “Consider the keychain your entrance to my world, Miss Buchanan.” She brings the set of keys close to her heart.

“I’m bursting at the seams!” she says.

“Mi casa es tu casa, bebé!”

She laughs.

I stare at my girl as if she’s the only thing in the world… because she is. “You’re now part of the small group of people I care deeply about. People I keep close. People I protect. People I’d go to war for. People I’d die for.”

“Dear God,” she says.

More tears roll down her beautiful face.

I wipe them away.

“I’ve never had a woman I called my own before—never wanted to and never felt the need… I’m damn happy you’re it, baby. I love having you in my life and I love knowing you’re mine.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Silly girlfriend, I’m sure you already knew. It’s obvious to everyone around us how I feel about you.”

She rewards me with a lopsided smile.

“I love—” She stops mid-sentence. “I mean, I love being yours,” she says in a trembling voice.

“Is that all you were going to say?”

“I love having you in my life?!” The uncertainty is back in full force.

I chuckle.

“That’s it?”

She averts her gaze.

“I love you, Arianne,” I say.

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