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myself into his arms and we held each other tight. “You really don’t mind about the baby?”
    “Not a bit,” he whispered into my ear. “You think she’ll be a shifter or a psychic?”
    “She? Is that just a guess, or do you know something you’re not telling me? And I have no idea about the other. Maybe both. Wouldn’t that be fun to try to keep up with?”
    “Just a guess. No visions, no real preference. Just more love than I ever knew existed.”

Epilogue

    We kept the wedding small, opting for quick rather than big. Both our families were there, of course, along with Hope and Charlie Rivera, and a few other friends and colleagues. We held the ceremony on the beach at Big Sur , with the wind blowing and the sun shining, then booked a banquet room at a seaside restaurant for the reception. Honestly I didn’t care where we tied the knot, as long as we got it done before Will took off on another assignment. His wounds had all been healed before we left San Alonzo, but it had taken him a week or so to get back in top condition. We’d both taken several days off, and once we’d gotten back to San Francisco , we’d spent most of that long weekend in bed.
    Now it was three weeks later, and after a short reception, we waved goodbye to our families and friends and took off for a week on the beach—this time in Monterey . Neither of us felt like flying anywhere again. After we arrived at our hotel, Will carried me over the threshold into our suite and we fell together onto the bed, ignoring our luggage, the cold non-alcoholic champagne, and even the gorgeous sunset we could see through the French doors to our balcony.
    His kiss was deep and sweet, but full of all the same hunger and desire I was feeling for him. Our families had kept us apart last night, and the last two days had been so busy we’d barely seen each other.
    “I love you, wife,” he said when we stopped to breathe. His green eyes glittered like dew-covered leaves as he looked down at me.
    “Love you back, husband.” I smiled up at him and ran one finger along his cheek. “Now why do we have so many clothes on?”
    “A very good question, Mrs. Lightfoot.” He untied the straps of the halter-top sundress I’d changed into for the drive, then lowered the fabric to my waist. “Mmm. The brochure was right. The view in here is incredible.”
    “Couldn’t agree more.” Mostly because I’d just finished unbuttoning his Hawaiian print shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. He had a few thin scars from his stab wounds in San Alonzo, but they didn’t detract from the masculine beauty of his smooth, sculpted chest. Playfully, I leaned up and nipped his shoulder. “Hurry up. ”
    “Fine.” He laughed, scooping me up off the bed and over one shoulder while he pulled down the covers. Then he dumped me back on the bed, peeling off my dress and panties as he went—though he did take just a moment to admire the white lace thong before he removed it. Finally, he slipped my sandals off my feet. Once I was sprawled naked on the sheets, he stepped back and made quick work of his jeans and sneakers.
    I licked my lips at the sight of my warrior, so strong and proud, beside the bed. He stepped up slowly, the confident swagger of a predator claiming his mate. His cock thrust forward, hard and ready, and I spread my legs farther, already wet and craving him.
    “You’re finally mine,” he said, as he knelt between my legs. He kissed me hard, then trailed his lips down to my breasts. His tongue laved each one until the peaks were hard and aching. They were starting to get bigger, and were so sensitive now, I nearly came.
    “I’ve always been yours,” I said breathily. “You just took a while to figure it out.”
    “Yeah, I’m a little slow like that,” he said. He took one hand and used it to rub the tip of his penis around my pussy, coating it in my cream and teasing the swollen folds.
    “Slow can be good,” I said, lifting my hips to meet him. I