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We let her slip right through our fucking fingers,"
Not that I was worried. Twelve years in the Marines had taught us both to be prepared for any situation, and the old ranch was perfectly positioned for this venture.
You'll be ours soon, Baby.
Drake let her go, one hand resting on the small of her back, propelling her toward me. "Go greet, Dane." She complied, coming to me, and letting me wrap her in a hug. Good girl. I breathed her in. She smelled like lemongrass and home. Our girl felt fucking fantastic in my arms.
"Baby," I leaned back in my chair, triumph and satisfaction settling in my chest. "You can stay forever."
May as well make some tea and find a book to read.
"Hate you." "Nah, you fucking love me."
"We want you, baby. But we also need to keep you safe. We've got no real family, but we want one. Drake can be my next of kin, same with his wife because I’ve got no one else. But you? Drake? Drake's got family out there somewhere, even if they're shitheads. And you got all your extended. If we have kids? If something happens to you? We need to have access. The only way to do that is to get you hitched."
