“Baby,” he whispers and kisses my lips, nudging his way between my legs. “I’m right here, my love. I’m not going anywhere. Well, until you do. And I know, I promised this before, and I let you walk away because I was suddenly scared and stupid, and I’m sorry for that. But, I vow to not let either one of us just up and leave at the first damn hurdle. We’re so much better than that.”

I grin and then gasp when he slips inside of me, holds one of my hands over my head, and begins to move in long, steady strokes.

“You’re mine, Mary Margaret.” Those blue eyes are fierce now. “And I’m yours until the day I die.”

Then, words are lost in the sighs and the moans of delight as I’m led back into the light and amazing comfort of being with Cam.

Six months later…

“Good God, there are so many signatures,” I say with a sigh and sign my name for the fortieth time in less than twenty minutes. Maeve and the nice man from the title company both laugh at me.

Cam takes the paper I just signed and does the same next to my name.

“That’s it,” Maeve says and slides keys across the table to us. “It’s all yours.”

“Can we go there now?” I ask as excitement fizzes through me like bubbles in champagne.

“Absolutely, it’s yours,” Maeve says. “Congratulations.”

“Let’s go,” Cam says, and we are all smiles as we get in his car, and he drives us from the middle of town to the cliffs that overlook the ocean. The song that I recorded with Leo comes on the radio, and with a grin, Cam turns up the volume.

This song has been sitting in the top twenty on the charts for the past month. It’s absolutely insane to me. And, I agreed to tour with them on their North American dates later this year, but I don’t want to tour for years on end. That’s just not me.

My home is here, with my family.

“It’s just so pretty,” I breathe as Cam parks in our new driveway and I stare up at the house. “I mean, just look at it. Maeve did a good job with this one.”

I hop out of the car and hurry up the steps of the porch, but Cam says behind me, “Stop. We can’t go in yet.”

I turn and frown at him. “We can’t?”

“Not quite yet.” He joins me, takes my hand, and leads me to the porch swing that wasn’t here yesterday.

“Did you hang this?”

“Your brother and da did,” he confirms. “I know you love your porch swing.”

“I do.” My eyes want to get misty. “That’s the sweetest thing.”

“Have a seat,” he suggests. And when I do, he drops to one knee before me.