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Because loving these two is all I’ll ever need.

Chapter Thirty-Five

PRESLEY

“Iwant to tell Poppy.”

“What?”

“I want her to know. Now that everything is settled, I feel like we’re in the right place to tell her.”

Kade pops up, the sheet slipping down his chest. We’re lying together in the same room as always—complete with renovations—having just made love together.

“You’re sure?”

I nod.

Divorce papers have already been signed, and the lawyer is currently working on Poppy’s birth certificate as we speak. Now that things are settling down, the anxiety about the future is slipping away. Things are set in stone.

The company is no longer mine. Paul is out of the picture. And Kade? Kade is here to stay.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I say. “I want us to be a family. Arealfamily. We’ve been through a lot together, Kade, and I don’t want to lose what we have.”

“Is it bad I’m nervous to tell her?”

“Do you not want to?” I sit up, covering my chest.

“No, it’s just…what if it goes badly?” he asks, voicing his concern.

I smile at him, patting his cheek. “Why don’t we take her out on Lollipop and tell her? That might soften the blow.”

“She loves that horse more than either one of us.”

“At least she’s a good horse. But I have a feeling she’ll be okay with the news.”

Poppy talks nonstop about Kade, the ranch, and her time here. It’s why I know it’s going to be okay when we break the news to her.

“Then if we’re telling each other things, can I show you something?”

“What is it?”

Kade kisses me before hopping out of bed. I miss what he says entirely because I’m too busy ogling his ass.

“Did you hear me?” he asks again.

“Sorry, your ass is a very hard distraction.”

“Get dressed, Pres. I’m taking you somewhere.”

I don’t miss the way Kade’s eyes trail over my body as I get out of bed and throw on my clothes, stealing his sweatshirt. It smells like him—the pine and woodsy scent from working outdoors.

I love it.

“Come on.”

Linking his fingers with mine, we head down the back stairs and out the door, past the offices as we follow one of the older trails on the ranch.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been out this way.”