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Fury rose within me. “You didn’t have a right to watch that.”

“I’m sorry, but Renning showed the team. Thought we should be privy to it, considering your involvement in the case. And I’ll admit, I’d heard, but until I saw it…just…what a fucked-up monster that guy is.”

I quieted, thinking about Ty being that vulnerable, that exposed in the heat of that awful moment.

“And I underestimated Ty,” he went on, his expression more sympathetic than I was used to seeing.

“You and me both,” I admitted. Hadn’t even realized how much until that moment.

Not in the same ways as Kyle had, but definitely the sort of man he was and the effect he could have on me.

It was a terrible, cruel thing that Himeros had done to him, but I would never forget what Ty shared, what he’d told me, expressing so many things I knew I’d been feeling too.

But most of all, that what we shared was far beyond anything either of us could understand.

We were in love.

I looked at him, his bangs still slightly brown from the dye, but returning to their natural shade, falling across his forehead as he lay there with his mouth hanging open.

My little angel.

“This is the man I’m going to marry, Kyle.” I waited for him to crack a joke or chuckle, but he was silent. “He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to marry the shit out of him, and we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Tears…fucking tears…rushed to my eyes as I became overwhelmed with emotion about this man who lay before me.

“This about what he said on that recording?” he asked.

I thought on all those words, the way he’d put his heart on full display before me, yet I knew the truth. “No. It’s about so many things that weren’t said. That I don’t think we have words for; that we don’t need words for.”

Kyle thought for a moment, as though trying to discern his own feelings about something he must’ve been shocked to hear me vocalize. “Well, I guess I’d be a sexy best man.”

That managed to pull a real laugh right from me. I placed my hand on his leg and gripped softly. “Yes, you would.”