A moment later, I’m swept up into Klay’s arms. He turns and I’m cradled between the two men, awe written on their features. They take turns kissing my forehead and mouth, then—after a small hesitation—doing the same with each other. “Is it crazy that I already love you…” I say quietly, my chest packed with emotion. “Both of you? I love…this. I love us. It feels like we are exactly what was supposed to happen.” Ruger makes a sound. “You’re not crazy, Wendy. I love you, too.” He swallows hard. “Both of you.” Klay holds me closer. Tighter. “I love you,” he says, feeling packed into every word. It
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