Page 124 of On One Condition

He’s all I want.

Ledger. My moonlight boy.

I love him. I think I always have. I press a kiss to his lips.

“On one condition,” I murmur.

He leans back, his eyes dancing with amusement. “What’s that?”

“That you’ll love me forever.”

EPILOGUE

Ledger

One Year Later

This is what she wanted.

I offered her a trip to anywhere in the world. The private jet. Adventure. Relaxation. Anything she could ever want or think of to ring in her birthday, and this is what she chose.

It’s not like I should expect any less.

It is Asher, isn’t it? And it’s one of the main reasons I fall more in love with her each day. The number of zeros in our bank account doesn’t matter.

But this does.

Her family.

Her history.

Her connection to this place that no amount of time will ever break.

And there she is, standing beneath the strings of lights, with the lavender at her back and her friends all around her.

Christ. She’s gorgeous. Easygoing yet complicated. And all fucking mine. How in the hell did that happen? How did I get so lucky?

“You’re her one birthday wish. All she wanted was for you to be here,” I murmur into Gran’s ear. She barely responds—a flicker of her fingers, a barely-there lift of one corner of her lips—but with her steep decline, it’s more than any of us could hope for. “Thank you for that.”

I give a gentle squeeze to her shoulders as I glance at the two private caregivers I hired to get Gran here and give a nod in appreciation.

The music on the speaker changes, followed by a cheer of approval by everyone on the dance floor. They arrange themselves in lines and start doing matching moves as they dance in unison.

Nita can’t stop smiling as she tries to teach her son the moves, no doubt embarrassing the hell out of him. Hank weaves in and out of the moving rows, delivering drinks despite my insistence that he’s not to work or tend the bar tonight. Carson Allen trips over his own feet but doesn’t care, because he’s too busy flirting with the date he brought. And then there’s Tootie in her neon pink dress with crooked pigtails, unabashedly mowing down every sweet there is on the dessert table.

Asher’s laugh rings out, drawing my attention back to her. I move toward the edge of the barn so I can see her better as she dances with our friends.

Happiness has never looked so good on someone. I like to think that I helped get her to this point, but then again, the woman is a force to be reckoned with. Her happiness is her own.

She looks up and searches through the small crowd of people. She pauses mid-dance move when she finds me. Our gazes lock. Her eyes dance with fire she reserves just for me. And when she smiles, I know I’ve never made a better decision in my life than fighting for her.

I note when both of my brothers step up on either side of me.

Callahan whistles. “Should we entertain the crowd for you?”

“What do you mean?” I take a sip of my beer.

“That look can only mean one thing when a woman gives it to you.” Ford chuckles. “She wants you. Right now. Maybe even in the loft of the barn for a quickie while we’re all obliviously occupied out here.”