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“I’ll stay with Gabe,” Quin says, tone rough and low. “But when we get home tonight, I’d like an encore.”
I grin at him. “I thought tonight wasmyturn to watch.”
He smirks. “Consider it my gift to you for your opening night.”
“In that case,” I reach for Emery’s hand, snaking my fingers through hers. “We’ll be right back.”
The tabloids were right. I do love Quinton. I love them both. They’re my family.
Forever and always.
The End
