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is my
night, and I’m in charge.” Quickly, I straddled him. He smiled as I reminded
him of Delia’s note and the discovery of my real birth certificate. “So you
see, you’re actually married to an older woman.”
    Our
lovemaking was hurried as I was again fueled by the burning need from earlier
that day to have Tommy inside of me. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the
headboard tightly while Tommy’s fingers expertly matched the pace I’d been
slowly building. I found my release first and had to grab his hand to pull it
away from where he was touching me.
    “It’s too
sensitive. I already came. Please—stop!” I practically screamed.
    My breaths
came in short, quick intervals, my head was thrown back and my eyes were
closed. I slowed my pace and opened my eyes. I saw the want, the desire, the
absolute need in his eyes. And giving him a slow sensual smile, I went back to
the rhythm I knew would signal his release.
    After, I
collapsed on top of him and laid there until our breathing returned to normal.
I eventually scooted down by his side, and he pulled me close.
    We started
sharing more about our day, and he asked me if I wanted to do anything about my
legal birth certificate. Did I want to change my name or go to some authority
and have myself legally declared as Josephine Diana Dunn?
    I sat up and
glared down at him. “Absolutely not! I am Guinevere Love Lemon Dillon, and I’m
never changing it. I’ve had enough of the aliases and false identities, Tommy.
Do you want to change your birth certificate to your real name, Thomas James
Talbot?”
    We both knew
his birth certificate had been falsified years earlier to make him think he was
Blue’s brother. Blue’s real name was Keith Dillon and Tommy’s falsified birth
certificate reflected that surname, Dillon.
    We both
looked at each other then, and I knew that we were thinking the same thing.
Thomas James Talbot still wouldn’t be Tommy’s real name. Grizz was raised by
his stepfather and apparently had never even known his own father’s real name.
Trying to go back and figure out Grizz’s true identity would be like dropping
ourselves into a dark abyss, and both of us had worked too hard to make forward
progress. Not go in the opposite direction.
    No. We would
remain Tommy and Ginny Dillon.
    But maybe
there was something we still could do.
    “You know
what I think we should do?”
    He shook his
head and his eyes widened as he waited for my reply.
    “I think we
should say to heck with my real birth certificate and our false birth
certificates that we’ve used all these years. To heck with it all.” I paused to
see if he would reply, but he just stared at me. “I think we should do whatever
we need to do to make our names—the names we’re used to and have been
using—made legal.”
    I raised my
eyebrows, giving him a hopeful expression. He didn’t say anything at first.
Then he smiled, nodded in understanding.
    “I think our
attorney can discreetly file whatever paperwork is necessary to have our names
legitimately and legally changed to Thomas Dillon and Guinevere Lemon,” he
said.
    He yawned
then and rolled over on his side. His eyes were getting heavy, but I saw him
notice the wide grin I gave him, and he acknowledged it with another yawn
followed by a small smile. I could tell he was relieved we were moving forward
in a positive way. After all, we’d renewed our marriage vows with those names.
That’s who we were, and that’s who we would always be.
    “Another
thing—the cars and bikes,” I said. “Now that I’ve given it more thought,
I really don’t want to deal with selling them. Do you think it would be wrong
for me to get in touch with Axel? I mean, he’s legit now, and I know he’ll take
them and give us a fair price.”
    “I can call
him for you,” he answered in a sleepy voice.
    “I’ve
handled everything up until now, Tommy. I can handle one more phone call.”
    “That’s
good, Gin. I have a lot on my plate at