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“When I hit you with a spoon for trying to tell my staff what to do?”

A huge smile exploded across Kirkland’s face. “Yes. Right then.”

Fabrice’s shoulders fell. “Well, fuck. If I had known that sooner, I would’ve tied you to the bed until you accepted you’re my man.”

The way Kirkland laughed was everything. He was the one. Fabrice didn’t have a single doubt.

“You know, we have a wedding chapel here.”

Kirkland looked Zander’s way at the comment. “Don’t we have to have some type of paperwork?”

Zander looked insulted. “You don’t need paperwork. You have me. I can have your marriage license in five minutes.”

Kirkland’s expression made him look as if he still couldn’t wrap his mind around how easily Zander could get this done for them. “We don’t have rings.”

“There’s a jewelry store on-site as well.”

Kirkland’s gaze swung Fabrice’s way. “You know what? There’s nothing I’d love more than to spend the rest of my life with you.”

To Fabrice’s shock, he didn’t back down. He loved Kirkland. There was nothing he wanted more either. In fact, the longer he thought about it, the more he wanted to marry Kirkland.

“You know what? Yes.”

Equally huge grins spread across their faces. It didn’t matter if they were insane or not. They were in love. Love eclipsed everything.

Chapter Eleven

Beau was pissed. Fabrice had known he would be. People didn’t elope in this family. They allowed Beau to give them the proper, extravagant wedding. He was double enraged at the little detail of Zander being the witness. That was his job. Fabrice hid while Beau stomped around the house, throwing out demands and making calls to throw together a wedding. Fabrice and Kirkland damn well better act like this was their one and only wedding day. He should have seen this coming.

While standing in one of the secret passageways, Fabrice had his back to the wall. Technically, Kirkland had pushed him against the wall in one of the hottest kisses of his life. His body was on fire. Kirkland’s hands never stopped moving. Clutching, massaging, and squeezing.

“Awww. You two are too cute.”

At the sound of Kylo’s voice, Kirkland dropped his forehead onto Fabrice’s shoulder. Fabrice got it. They had been seconds away from having their hands in each other’s pants.

It was Kylo, though. Fabrice flashed him a bright smile. “Sorry to be blocking your hide and seek tunnel.”

Kylo made a dismissive gesture. Today, he was dressed in all black leather with a red tutu fluffed out around his waist. “I’m hiding too. You really made Daddy angry. He actually spanked me earlier.” The smirk Kylo wore said a lot. Kylo had provoked that shit and enjoyed every second. “He’s a lot calmer now.”

Kirkland chuckled. It was a muffled sound from the crook of Fabrice’s neck. Fabrice’s smile grew. He was so in love.

“I’ve never seen you this happy.”

For some reason, Kylo’s statement made him blush. “That’s because I haven’t ever been this on top of the world.”

Kirkland lifted his head at the confession. Their gazes locked. He saw all the love he felt reflected back at him. Damn, he wanted to fall into those eyes and never surface.

When Fabrice forced himself to look away, he found Kylo skipping in place while watching his feet. He was a ball of unique sunshine. Fabrice had adored him from the day they met.

“Hey. How do you feel about being my flower boy?”

The way Kylo lit from the inside was heart-melting. “Are you serious? I’d love to do that.”

“I’m completely serious. There’s no one better for the job. Plus, you know I love you.”

“Awww.” Kylo clasped his hands and twisted from side to side. “I’ll be the best damn flower tosser you’ve ever seen.”

Fabrice couldn’t stop smiling. He glanced toward Kirkland, expecting to find a commiserating grin. Instead, he found Kirkland looking thoughtful. “I should ask Atticus to be the ring bearer.”