“You’re my happy ending.” He kissed her again, this time more intently as he fisted her hair and teased her with his tongue, tempting her with promises of much, much more. Many passionate minutes later, he seemed to remember where they were and who was watching. He glanced at the deck and then back at her. “I guess we’ve officially gone public.”

“Looks that way.”

He held out his hand, and Abby happily took it. “What do you say we get busy turning your fantasy into reality?”

“I say I’m all for it.”

“And how do you really feel about six kids?”

“I think you’re freaking crazy.”

Laughing, he put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head as they strolled toward the house. “Crazy about you, but your swearing still needs work. We’ve got time to work on it. Lots and lots of time.”

Epilogue

Epilogue

“I brought you a present,” he said hours later when they were finally at her place, finally alone. His entire family, including Grant, had seemed thrilled for them, which had only added to Abby’s joy at being with him again.

“What is it?”

He gestured toward the hallway. “Let me get it.”

“It’s in my room?”

“I dropped my stuff here on the way to Mac’s.”

“You were taking an awful lot for granted, mister.”

“I was hopeful.” He kissed her and seemed to forget all about her gift until she squiggled free.

“You said something about a present?”

“Ah, right. So I did. Be right back.”

Abby watched him walk away, still wanting to pinch herself to believe this day had actually happened.

“Don’t look.”

She curled up on the sofa and covered her eyes. “I’m not looking.”

When he sat next to her, the pervasive odor of leather filled her senses. “Okay, open your eyes.”

On the coffee table, he’d laid out a black leather jacket with matching pants and gloves.

“If you want to learn to ride a motorcycle, you need the protective gear.” From his side of the sofa, he produced a sleek silver helmet with a built-in face mask that he handed to her.

He understood her so well—better than anyone ever had. “This is awesome! I love it. Thank you.”

Taking the helmet from her, he put it on the table. “I can’t wait to see your ass in those pants.”

Laughing, she hurled herself into his arms and held on tight. “It’s the best present I’ve ever gotten.”

“Some girls want diamonds and gold. My girl is happy with leather and tattoos. How did I ever get so lucky?”

Hearing him call her “his girl” was the frosting on the cake of a perfect day. “We both got lucky.” With her hand on the back of his head, she dragged him into another kiss. After weeks without him, she couldn’t get close enough fast enough.