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We'll have to define this thing we somehow fell into while both of us were busy pretending we had everything under control.

But tonight? I'm sated. Still a little sick. And tired.

But also? I'm in love.

And the man I love is holding me.

For now, that's enough.

Epilogue: Mitchell

Opening day.

Major League Rugby.

A sold-out stadium.

The Carolina Rovers are about to take the field against one of our biggest rivals, and I should be paying attention to the reporter standing in front of me.

I'm not.

My attention keeps drifting over to her.

To Layla.

My long-haired beauty is standing with the rest of the Rovers wives near the tunnel, wearing our colors and talking to Dani and Finley.

Carolina is there.

Annabeth.

Chiara.

The whole damn crew.

All of them geared up.

All of them loud.

All of them already carrying on like the match started twenty minutes ago.

And right in the middle of them is my Firecracker.

Mine.

Not because I bought her. Not because I controlled the outcome. Not because of a contract, a bargain, or thirty fucking days of access.

Because she chose me.

And I choose her every goddamn day.

“Mr. Knight?”

I drag my attention back to the reporter.

“Sorry. What was the question?”

She laughs.