“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t leave us.”
She shakes her head and sighs. “I’m such an idiot. I thought I could do this once and be done. Instead it’s harder than it was last time. I can’t keep you. It’s not possible.”
I don’t say anything. Instead, I cup her face and walk us back into her room, Sean following behind us. My lips are on hers and at first, she tenses, but soon her fingers are in my hair. I have to have more of her, have to feel her in my arms. My hands shift from her face to down her body until they wrap around her waist.
“Colt,” she breathes. “Please.”
I can’t tell if she’s stopping me or asking for more. “Stay with me. Don’t run.”
She looks over my shoulder at Sean and I see the indecision flash over her face. “Don’t ask me to choose.”
“I’m not, darlin’.” I tip up her chin and draw her focus to me. “Choose us. Be ours.”
Her brow furrows. “But…how? How can we make that work long term?”
Sean comes around until he’s next to us, his hand trailing over her arm. “We start with patience and respect. But Colt’s right, bunny. You need to choose us both because we sure as fuck choose you.”
Her eyes fill with tears, the heavy drops trailing down her cheeks. “Are you sure?”
Tightening my hold around her, I drop my forehead to hers. “So fucking sure.”
“Me too,” Sean says. “I want this. Honestly, watching you with him, knowing you want me too, was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I love you both,” she whispers.
“And we love you.” I know I shouldn’t speak for Sean, but right now, she needs to hear these words about both of us.
“We do,” Sean adds, he pulls her away from me and into his arms.
“We’ll make this work?”
I step behind her and press a kiss to the nape of her neck. “We will. We lost you once. That’s not happening again.”
“But what about work? Our homes? I live three hours away from here.”
We’ll get there. I want to tell her to drop everything and move in with me, but I know that’s not the right way to handle this. “I’ll go wherever I need to if it means we can be together.”
Sean nods. “Me too.”
“This is crazy,” she says.
“It’s exactly how it should be. We’ve wasted five years being apart. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”
“Can we start now?”
I can’t hide my grin. “Saddle up, darlin’, we’ve got an entire night to ourselves.”
EPILOGUE
CHLOE
One yearlater
“Darlin’, are you in here?” Colt’s voice makes butterflies fill my stomach in the most wonderful way.
“Don’t come in. You can’t see me before. It’s bad luck.”