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I don’t know how this man can always sense what I need. He sees me like no one else can.
If I believed in fairy tales, I’d say we were fated for one another.
But when I saw the way he was looking at you, I wanted to fucking kill him, Jazz.
And you and me? We’re a team. If anyone can do this, it’s us.
“There’s my girl.”
We won’t always be chasing monsters, right?”
“Is he ever going to stop surprising me? Kingston really is one of the good guys, isn’t he?”
Kingston’s a-hundred-percent alpha when it comes to his pack. If you fuck with his people, he’ll rip you to shreds.”
“You might want to rethink that little nickname you have for her. Because by the way she rules your ass, Jazz is a motherfucking queen.”
“That I fucking love you, all right? I didn’t want to. God knows I fought it, but I couldn’t stop it. I. Fucking. Love. You.”
“I need you, Jazz. We’re so close, but I can’t do this without you.”
“I love you, too, Kingston.” I couldn’t fight the smile stretching across my face if I tried. “Yeah?” Jazz nods. “Yeah.”
Kingston squeezes my hand, reminding me that something positive has come out of this new life as well.
“My queen. No one else’s.” “No one else’s.” Jazz cups both sides of my jaw as she repeats my words. “Ever.”
Jazz Rivera is the one. The only. I want this woman to have my babies. I want her face to be the one I see every morning when I wake up, and every evening before I fall asleep. I want to laugh with her, hold her when she cries, fuck her until she sees stars. I want us to grow old together and watch our children have their own children.
There’s not a doubt in my mind, she’s it for me.
“Davenport, you better put a ring on it before that shit gets out. If the dudes find out someone who looks as good as she does can cook, you’re fucked.”
“I’m sorry, did I miss the part where you asked me to marry your ass?” He smirks. “Oh, baby, like I’d give you a choice.”
“I’d like to think both our moms can see us. Hell, they’re probably hanging out in a fluffy cloud together, with their arms around each other like in that photo on the mantle, gushing about how their babies fell in love.”
