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Nic shot to his feet, slid the ring on Cam’s finger, and hauled his fiancé, officially, into a back-bending kiss.
When they righted themselves, coming up for air, Cam rested his forehead against Nic’s.“Just one question,” he said.
“You already said yes, Boston.”
“Will you dance with me at our wedding?”
“I’ll dance with you every day for the rest of our lives.”
Cam kissed him again, hard, and Nic relished the love on his lips and in his arms, the promise of home in his jacket pocket, and the support of his friends and family all around them.
A future—a happily ever after—Nic never thought he’d get.
Victory was his.
Theirs.
Case closed.
