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“Frankie?” I rose and watched as her gaze wandered down my naked body.

I wanted to laugh. I loved that she made me laugh. Made me feel lighter. This woman was mine. I realized we’d have lots of moments like this. A lifetime’s worth.

“Frankie?”

She blinked and looked up. “Huh?”

“Breakfast. Lola’s bringing food. Macy’s also going to her favorite bakery, so we’ll have enough beignets to feed half the world. It’ll be fine.”

She released a breath. “Okay. I just want them to love me.”

“They already do.”

She tilted her head. “As much as you do?”

I cupped her cheeks. “That would be impossible.” I nibbled her lips with mine. “They wanted you for me long before you and I worked it out.”

She smiled, then she jerked back. “We don’t have much time. I need to shower. What about drinks? We need—”

I swatted her ass. “Stop stressing and get in the shower.”

I got another wide, happy smile. “Okay. After what we’ve been through the last week, I’m not stressing about anything at all.”

Breakfast was noisy chaos.

Everyone was loading their plates, Lola was flitting around the room serving more food.

Daisy had kissed Frankie’s boo-boos, and now was talking a mile a minute. Apparently, she wanted a new pink bike that matched Macy’s.

Colt was scowling. Macy had been knocked off her bike by her stalker, and Colt still hadn’t recovered enough to let her ride very often.

“Oh, my God, these beignets are awesome.” Frankie licked her fingers. She had powdered sugar on her mouth, and I reached over and wiped it off with my finger.

Our gazes met, and then I wasn’t thinking about breakfast anymore.

“Phew, you two are making me hot.” Macy waved a hand, fanning her face.

Frankie blushed. Everyone was smiling at us.

“Frankie is moving in with me,” I announced.

There were claps and cheers.

Frankie straightened. “I am? You haven’t asked me.”

Mila groaned. “Rookie error, Reath.”

I grabbed Frankie’s hand. “Are you falling in love with me?”

Pretty color filled her cheeks. “Yes.”

“Am I falling in love with you?”

There were gasps around the table.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Then we’re going to live together.”