“Riley is ours,” I say with conviction. Our girl. Leo’s eyes light up, the mischievous glint that’s usually in them returning. “I think so, too,” he confirms. I grip his hands. “She may not want us, Leo. You need to prepare yourself for that. We don’t exactly come without baggage or a lifestyle change.” A dreamy look reflects in his blue eyes. “I think she’ll understand. I know she will,” he says.
