“You gonna give me shit, I go with you to our bedroom?” Knight asked, making me stop dead and whirl his way again.

“Do not say shit in front of the girls!” I snapped.

“You said shit too, Momma,” Kasha pointed out. “Just now.”

Knight burst out laughing.

I looked to the ceiling, making a frustrated noise.

“No need to go to the bedroom.”

At his words, I rolled my eyes back to my man.

“You remember what I said to you in that kitchen the first time you were in this space?” he asked, tilting his head toward our kitchen.

My heart skipped as I pressed my lips tight.

I remembered. I remembered every word.

He’d held my face in his hands and said, Wars fought over a face like this. A man would work himself into the ground for it, go down to his knees to beg to keep it, endure torture to protect it, take a bullet for it, poison his brother to possess a face like this.

“My brother found that face,” Knight finished.

Nick hadn’t found that face.

He’d found that woman.

Suffice it to say, I was getting it that all went really well with Nick and his girl.

“Good,” I whispered and watched Knight’s face grow soft.

“What face?” Kasha demanded to know.

“Later, baby,” Knight muttered.

“Is Uncle Nick okay, Daddy?” Kat asked quietly.

“Yeah, beautiful girl, he absolutely is,” Knight answered.

Kat smiled at her father.

“Momma, we’re playin’ Uno! Get down here and play with us,” Kasha bossed.

“We’re not playin’ Uno,” Kat contradicted. “Daddy and I wanna play Operation.”

“Operation is stupid!” Kasha, whose little fingers weren’t as coordinated so the patient’s nose was always glowing red, snapped.

I watched this go down, no longer shocked the intensely masculine, slightly scary, totally badass Knight Sebring was completely cool with playing Uno (but he preferred Operation).

Instead, I watched it remembering that I’d been tormented by bad dreams since my parents died when I was a little girl.

But when Knight entered my life and made me his in a way he told me was forever, then proved that true, I’d not had one dream.

No, in sleep, I never dreamed.

Now, watching my man with our girls, knowing Nick was somewhere safe and happy…

Life was another story.

* * * * *

Olivia

Fifteen Hours Later

“Livvie.”

I was dreaming.

I felt soft breath on my neck as a gentle finger slid over my shoulder.

“Baby.”

Happy dreaming.

A hand cupped my jaw, a thumb sliding across my cheek, my ear, into my hair.

And a whisper from close.

“Dawn is coming, honey. Open your eyes.”

I was scared.

Terrified.

If I woke up, like so many mornings before, a lifetime of them, it might be gone.

But the promise was too beautiful.

And now, I believed.

I opened my eyes.

And there it was, an inch away.