“My divorce is final,” she whispered.
“And don’t think we’re going to wait another day to make you ours,” Ethan commented as he sat down across the bar from her.
A tingle snaked its way up Holly’s spine. “What does that mean exactly?”
“It means we’re going down to the clerk’s office tomorrow and getting a license. A judge friend of ours will perform the ceremony. He’s aware of our situation. While you’ll legally be wed to me, he’s willing to arrange the ceremony to accommodate your commitment to all of us,” Adam spoke up.
Holly stared at them for a long moment then felt her heart swell until she feared it would burst right out of her chest. They still wanted her. Acted as though she’d never left them, hadn’t been gone nearly six months.
“I’ll really be yours,” she said in awe.
Ryan snorted. “You’ve always been ours. Make no mistake about that.”
“Will you marry us?” Adam asked, fingering her hair, wrapping the ends around his hand. “Will you stay with us always? Love us as much as we love you? Be the mother to our children?”
She stood and wrapped herself around Adam as tightly as she could. She hugged his neck to her and held on for dear life.
“I love you so much,” she whispered. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Ethan let out a whoop and Ryan sat back on his chair, folding his arms across his chest in a gesture of supreme satisfaction.
Adam kissed her long and hard, leaving her breathless. For the first time in six months, she allowed herself to relax and revel in the moment.
Tomorrow she’d be legally, emotionally, completely belonging to the three brothers, and more importantly, they would belong to her.
Life was full of ironies. Only in running from a past riddled by mistakes, had she found a future so perfect, so bright that she still had trouble believing it was her reality.
“Anyone want to play Monopoly?” she asked.
Only later, as they sat on the porch watching the sun go down over the mountains, did Holly wrap herself in the comfort that she was indeed home. For the first time since her parents’ death, she felt a sense of belonging.
Adam reached over to take her hand, his thumb massaging her palm. “I love you, baby.”
She smiled. “I love you, too.” Her gaze drifted to Ethan and Ryan, both of whom wore relaxed, easy expressions. “I love all of you.”
Ethan smiled. “We know, doll. After all, you came back to us.”
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