Then she launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck so tightly I can barely breathe.
“Okay,” she says into my shoulder. “But Daddy?” she asks when she pulls back.
“Yeah, pumpkin?”
“Finn alreadyispart of our family.”
My eyes burn all over again.
Because that’s the truth, isn’t it?
Not that IwantFinn to be part of our family.
But that she already is.
And—
I made her feel like she wasn’t.
Like she couldn’t stay.
Like she wasn’t enough.
Fuck. I have to find a way to fix this.
“You’re right, baby,” I whisper. “She is.”
Chloe cups my face in both of her tiny hands. “Then you should go get her.” Her expression turns fierce. “Because she’s part of our blanket…even when she’s really far away.”
“You’re right.”
I hug her tight, kiss her forehead. Then I stand up, snagging my phone from my pocket, and I make the most important call of my life.
Rome answers on the second ring. “You finally get your head out of your ass?”
“Yeah,” I say.
“King will be happy.” He snorts. “But, Christ, it took you long enough.”
I move upstairs, grab a bag, and start throwing clothes inside. “Think your father-in-law would do me a favor?”
There’s a pause.
Then his voice sharpens. “Whatkindof favor?”
I look down at the postcard Finn sent Chloe.
At her neat handwriting.
At the future I nearly let walk away for good.
“The kind that gets me to Switzerland.”
Forty-One
Finn
Switzerland is beautiful.
