released all he could not handle.
When it was over, Meg let her head fall forward in exhaustion.
She wanted to sleep, but she had one final task.
“Come back to me,” she said as she pressed her lips to Beck’s. His
eyes fluttered open.
“Come home, Ci,” Meg requested before doing the same to Cian.
His lips tugged up. She was rewarded with loving, gray eyes.
It was enough, she thought as the world went dark around her.
As she fell into a deep and restful sleep, their arms were there to
hold her.
* * * *
302
Sophie Oak
Meg awoke to bright sunlight and the wonderful smell of
breakfast cooking. Her body still ached, but it didn’t matter. She was
home, and she was never leaving again. Tears pricked at her eyes.
This was home. She’d searched for it all her life. She just hadn’t
realized home wasn’t a place. Home was a person—two in fact. Home
was Beck and Cian.
She forced herself to sit up. Voices filtered in from the living
room.
“What do you think she does with this?” Beck asked.
“It’s underwear, idiot,” Dante cracked.
Cian’s voice sounded sweet to her ears. “It’s pretty, but I can see
through it.”
“That’s the point,” Dante replied. “Seriously, you two should have
spent more time on my plane. If you would have just come with me
on my tours of the better brothels, you would know all this stuff.
Don’t put that on your head. It’s a bra.”
Meg got to her feet. Though she was unsteady, she wasn’t staying