Emma.
I open my mouth. Close it again. Words won’t come.
“Baby? You okay?”
I trace the letters with my fingertip. The skin is warm, slightly swollen around the fresh ink. His heart beats hard underneath. “When did you do this?”
“Yesterday evening, when you were at Zoe's.”
“Kai… this is beautiful. I don't know what to say.”
He covers my hand with his, pressing my palm flat against the tattoo. Against my name. Against his heartbeat.
“You're my true north, Emma.” His voice is low, rough. “You have been since the night we met. I spent the whole drive home trying to figure out how to see you again.”
I can't speak. My vision blurs. I blink and the tears come, hot and fast down my cheeks. He brushes them away with his thumbs.
“You put my name on your body,” I whisper.
“I wanted you where I could feel you. Always.”
I kiss him. Hard. His hands grip my waist and mine slide into his hair. I push him back toward the bed. He goes willingly. I climb over him and he groans, raises his hips, grinds against me.
“Emma.” My name again, rough against my throat.
I answer with my hands. With my mouth. With every part of me that spent months learning how to trust this man and today finally stopped keeping score.
The light shifts from gold to amber. The city hums somewhere far below us.
I press my lips to the fresh ink on his chest. He shivers.
I am home.
CHAPTER 49
THE FINISH LINE
EPILOGUE - EMMA
The roarof engines pulses through my ribs.
Monaco's racetrack stretches out ahead. Asphalt shimmering under Mediterranean sun, bikes catching light, riders in leather moving with purpose. The air tastes like fuel, salt, and adrenaline.
Kai walks beside me in faded jeans and a fitted Team Blaze shirt, aviators on. He moves through the crowd without hesitation, and people step aside without being asked.
Damn him for making casual look like a magazine editorial.
His arm tightens around my waist as we weave deeper into the paddock. Press swarm every corner, cameras flashing, logos plastered on every surface.
Nobody looks twice at him out here. Just another fan in a branded shirt. Exactly how he likes it.
“Stay close,” he murmurs against my ear.
I press into his side. “Not going anywhere.”
“Emma! Kai!”
Logan's voice cuts through the noise. He's striding toward us, grinning wide.
