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  “It’s okay,” Kutter says. “I was there. I got her. And listen, Holly. I love this little girl. I saved her form wild animals. I fought for her. And I will keep fighting for her. Katie and I both.”

  “Katie?” Holly’s eyes lift to meet mine. “You mean it? You want her?”

  Lorraine jumps in. “This is uncalled for. There is a process—”

  “Actually, Lorraine,” I say, standing my ground, “we’re skipping the process. This is between us now — Holly, Kutter and me. Not the Department of Social Services.”

  “I’m relinquishing my rights,” Holly says. “It’s why I came in. I realized skipping town might make things harder for her. And she’s a baby. She didn’t ask to have me as a mother. She deserves better than someone who wants out.”

  “That’s what you truly want? To hand over custody?” I ask.

  Holly shakes her head. “What I really want is to know she has a family who wants her.” She runs a hand through her stringy, bleached hair. Her mascara is caked in her lashes, she looks like she hasn’t slept for days. But she is doing her best — she is here. Trying.

  “We want her,” Kutter says. “We want to raise her.”

  “You mean that?” Holly asks. “Like… you don’t even know…”

  “We mean it,” I say, never having been more sure of anything in my life.

  “Then what do we do next?” Holly asks.

  “Find a lawyer,” Kutter says, taking control. “Now.”

  Holly nods. “Okay. Let’s do it. I gotta catch a plane later. I got this crazy offer and I’ve gotta run.”

  Lorraine shakes her head. “Katie, you can’t be serious. This is so out of line.”

  I press my lips together. “No. It’s not out of line. It’s absolutely the right thing. For the baby, for Holly, for Kutter and me. And I quit, Lorraine.”

  “You’re giving up your job?”

  I shake my head. “No, I’m getting the life I’ve always wanted.”

  Then I take Kutter’s hand in mine as he lifts the baby carrier, nodding to Holly, the woman who just walked into my life and changed my whole world. “Come on, we have work to do.”

  Epilogue

  Kutter

  One year later…

  I get out of bed, hearing her cries through the baby monitor. I look over at Katie, snoring softly in bed. It’s the middle of the night, and Hope Angel hardly ever wakes up at this hour, but she has been teething so maybe that’s it.

  In the nursery, I lift her from her crib. She’s fourteen months old now, walking, has a handful of words and is cute as a button.

  God, I’ve become a softie.

  And I love every damn second of it.

  I change her diaper, then bounce her on my shoulder, getting her back to sleep, pacing the house as I sing her a lullaby. I step over stuffed animals and baby dolls. The living room is littered with her toys no matter how often Katie and I pick them up. In the kitchen, the photos catch my eye. Ones taken over the last year.

  A wedding photo, us down at the Fox Hollow river. Katie in her white lace gown, holding our baby girl, standing with me in my black suit. It was a good day. A small celebration that felt just right.

  There is a picture of Katie, Hope and I at the courthouse, in front of the judge, as we signed the paperwork to formalize the adoption. And there’s a photo of Holly Grant in Berlin. She keeps in touch randomly, and Katie and I are so grateful for that. We don’t want this adoption to cause any more loss than necessary.

  There is a photo of the Fox Hollow gang down at James and Marcie’s for that BBQ about a year ago. I didn’t mind going after all — crazy how fast things changed. One minute I was walking through the woods as a ranger, getting a text about a family BBQ that sounded like hell — then all of a sudden I had a family overnight. Shooting the shit with my buddies, our women and children by our sides, didn’t sound so bad. In fact, it sounded damn near perfect.

  Soon enough, Hope Angel is sleeping again and I carry her to the nursery. I kiss her head and then lay her down, hoping she stays asleep so her mama can get some more rest.

  She needs it these days, considering she is pregnant with twins.

  Fuck, the thought of it alone gets my cock twitching. My wife is all knocked up and hotter than hell.

  In our bed, I slide in close next to her. She stirs awake. “Sorry, sweetie, didn’t mean to wake you.”

  She rolls on top of me. “I’m glad you did.”

  “Yeah?” I ask as she pushes down my sweatpants.

  “I was having the sexiest dream.”

  “Tell me more.” I smile as she lifts the hem of her nightgown, tossing it aside. God, her tits look perfect, bigger than ever. Her belly is round and full, and her hips curve in the most delicious way. I run my hands over her bare tits as she leans down. I kiss them, my tongue swirling over her hard nipple as she lifts her creamy ass ever so slightly.

  “I need you in me,” she whimpers. “I’m so horny for you.”

  “I can tell,” I growl in her ear. “Your cunt is so nice and wet.”

  “I’m wet for you baby.”

  She sinks down on my cock, crying out in pleasure as she rocks those hips, taking all of me. I thrust my thickness inside her sweet hole, loving the way her pussy wraps around me.

  “Fuck,” I moan, “you feel so damn good.”

  Her pussy drips as she rocks against me, bouncing up and down on my rod, her tits swaying in the hottest fucking way. God, I love this woman.

  “Oh, Kutter,” she pants. “I’m so close. Make me come. Make me come hard.”

  I give her what she needs, like I do every damn night. She is my woman, and I am her man. And it’s my duty to take care of her cunt the same as it’s my duty to protect her heart.

  We come together, hard. Fast. Ready to do it again. She spins around, stroking my shaft. Licking those lush lips of hers. “I need you to come in my mouth too, baby.”

  I close my eyes as she opens her mouth, taking my cock the way I fucking love. Completely.

  She moves her head up and down, sucking me off so nice and good, my seed thick and hot, ready to slide down her throat.

  I run a hand over her ass, teasing her closer. Never able to get enough of her cunt. She moves faster, moaning in pleasure as she deepthroats me, taking as much as she can.

  “Oh fuck,” I groan, close to coming.

  “Come in my mouth,” she begs. “Please, Kutter.”

  I give my wife what she wants, spilling my seed nice and good in her mouth. When I finish, we’re grinning, delirious and so damn in love it doesn’t feel fair.

  “I love you,” I say, facing her, my hand on her belly. My eyes locked with hers.

  “I love you more.” She runs her finger over the scar on my forehead. “You’re more than the man of this mountain, you know. You’re the man of my dreams.”

  “It’s like it was destiny or something,” I say, pulling her close. Kissing her softly. Vowing to love her forever.

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