Monti and I did what she said and went to the bank, claimed our rightful trusts, and officially broke all ties to our mother in that regard.

With Monti’s approval, the boys moved in, Ransom in my room, the other two into one of the guest rooms down the hall.

It’s not forever, but temporary.

This is our temporary home until we figure out what to do and where to go from here.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know.” His face caves. “Not for me. We would have found another way.”

“There was no other way,” I whisper, and then grin. “And I didn’t do it for you.”

A small chuckle slips past his lips, and he cocks a brow, slipping closer, a soft, low, “Oh, no?” following.

“No.” I push up onto my knees, bringing myself closer to him and glide my lips along his. “I did it for me. I did it so I could have all the things I want, like a true ...spoiled little rich girl,” I tease, cupping his cheeks, and holding his eyes on mine.

His lips hook in the corner and I place a small kiss there.

“I did it because I love you.”

Ransom’s muscles lock, his jaw clenching beneath my palms.

“And I want you to teach me how to love you right.”

He smashes his mouth to mine, bruising and biting. Panting.

When he pulls away, his forehead falls on mine, our gazes locked.

“There is no right, baby. No wrong.” He brushes my hair from my face. “Just us.”

“I like us,” I breathe.

“I know,” he teases. “I love you, Jameson.”

“I know,” I whisper back, making him chuckle.

“You ready to light up the night?” he asks.

I nod, and he tugs me to my feet, grabbing my coffee with his free hand. “Let’s do this.”

Together, we join the others out front, and we’re slipping inside Arsen’s car the moment the moon reaches its peak.

I look to Ransom, and he sits back, allowing me to climb into his lap.

The top is down, the wind whipping my hair in both our faces, but I don’t care.

I hold his face, my lips twitching when his hands come up to do the same to mine.

“You know how I said I did what I did so I can have all the things I want?” I ask, and he nods. “What I wanted most was for you to have all the things you wanted, which, thankfully, included me. So, it was a win-win on my side.”

His eyes tighten, overwhelmed, but in the best way, and he kisses me, deeply and fully.

As the car slows, I climb from his lap, and Arsen kills the lights, slowly pulling to the curb.

“You sure about this?” I whisper.

Ransom nods. “Sienna doesn’t want to come back here, home is where we’ll make it.”