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the soul-blistering pain we’ve endured these last two years evaporates into smoke.
    “Skyla Laurel Messenger”—I bow into her hands and kiss them both in a simple act of worship—“will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” My Adam’s apple rises and falls as a touch of grief sweeps through me. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. I would have sworn on my life it should have been different, but I’ll take a mile from the inch fate is willing to gift me.
    “Yes!” Skyla jumps and screams before knocking us both to the floor. She lands on top of me, her chest still bubbling with laughter. Our hearts beat erratic over one another. If joy were a trampoline, our hearts were on it together at last.
    I wrap my arms around her tiny waist and bury my face in her curls before landing kiss after kiss over her beautiful lips.
    “I wish I had a ring.” The words vibrate through me long after I say them. A ring would only bring her pain once I’m gone. I shouldn’t have said it.
    “We have something better.” She plucks the protective hedge from her cleavage and dangles it between us. “Chloe gifted it to me. It’s officially ours.”
    “Yours, Skyla. It’s most definitely yours. I can die a happy man now.” I lean in until our foreheads touch and feel her warmth covering me from head to toe. “I can rest in peace.” And I mean that in every way.
    “Not yet.” Skyla lays over me until her body molds to mine, and I bury a groan in my chest because it feels so damn good. “You said I could have all of you,” she whispers, running her finger over my features. Her glowing eyes lock onto mine, and an invisible inferno ignites around us. “Give me every part of you, tonight.”
    Tonight.
    My eyes widen at the prospect. It would mean I could taste her, have her, fulfill my every desire—every damn fantasy that’s been spinning through my twisted mind for the past two years has the opportunity to come to fruition.
    What the hell.
    “Okay.” I hear myself say as a dull laugh rattles from my chest. “But only after I make you an honest woman.”
    “Yes! We can exchange vows.” She sinks a careful kiss over my lips, heated and ripe for more.
    “I was thinking something a little more official.” I may not be able to give her length of years, but I’ll be damned if I can’t gift her a wedding.
    “On a Friday night after eight? There’s not a soul who will marry us.”
    I sit up and pull her onto my lap.
    “If I remember right”—I breathe the words into her ear—“you once said you wanted to get married at the Falls of Virtue.” I’ll never forget our first trip to the falls. It was magic—it was destiny, but it was also the day I learned she’ll be marrying Gage at some point in the future. Everything about that day was bittersweet because it was the moment I knew I’d love her forever, no matter what the outcome would be, or how much it might hurt.
    “I did.” She tilts into me, her milk-white teeth grazing over her lip. “And you remember.”
    “Of course. I cherish every second we’ve ever spent together.” And replay them until I can’t take the pain, but I leave that part out.
    “Oh, Logan.” There’s a touch of grief in her eyes when she says it. “The Falls of Virtue.” Skyla’s face fills with wonder. “Should we take the Mustang?”
    The Mustang. That’s a sweet thought, and it’s just like Skyla to want to dip the moment in a memory that means so much to the two of us. I hope she loves that Mustang forever. Ten bucks says Gage trades it in for a minivan, first chance he gets. I brush the thought of Gage and his tribe of dark-haired children out of my mind.
    “I’ve got a supervising spirit that can get us there a little faster.” I turn around to find the bastard sitting on the counter. I’ve felt his stare like a lead weight for the last ten seconds. “Falls of Virtue, please.”
    I turn my full attention back to Skyla—back to my beautiful bride. Our lips