Crosby pulled something out of his pocket that I couldn’t see. “I gotta be honest, when I first saw it, I was confused. And when I read her letter to me, I thought she might be a little crazy. I was damn certain I wasn’t going to fall in love again.”

My brows pulled together. “What did she leave you?”

Crosby opened his hand, and on his palm was a gold band with a massive emerald-cut diamond. “This was the ring her Richard gave to her when he asked Harriet to marry him. Harriet said in her note that she knew I was going to find someone to trust with my heart again, and she wanted me to have this ring that already held so many years of love.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart picking up a riotous rhythm in my chest. Crosby met my gaze, so much love in his eyes. “Will you wear this ring, Kenna? Be my wife, my partner, the mother of my babies, my home.”

“Yes,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes.

Crosby slipped the ring onto my finger, the sunrays making rainbows dance out of the stone and shine around us. He took my mouth in a slow kiss. When he pulled back, I met his gaze, searching, hoping. “If Zoe’s mom relinquishes her parental rights, I want to adopt her.”

Crosby grinned. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Everything inside me warmed at his words. He sobered, seeming to look even deeper into my eyes, my entire being. “I love you, Brown Eyes.”

I felt everything that went into those words, joy and pain, triumph and struggle, hope and fear. He was giving everything to me, and I’d give it all right back to him. I brushed my lips against his for a second time. “With everything I am.”

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PAST

The sound of a phone ringing pulled me out of a deep sleep. I groaned and blinked against the darkness. The only light in the room came from the glow-in-the-dark stars peppered all over my dorm room ceiling. I fumbled around on my nightstand, trying to find the ringing device.

“Turn off your freaking phone before I toss it out the window,” Bell called from across the room. Our other roommate, Kenna, let out a mumbled moan.

“I’m trying.” My fingers found the charger cord, and I tugged the phone onto my bed. Glancing at the screen, my chest squeezed. 1:13 a.m., and Will was calling. I hurried to hit accept. “Will? What’s wrong?”