Carrick cupped her face between his rough hands. “I don’t like the way he treated you or the boys, but I will forever be grateful to him for saving you. Because I couldn’t live without you.”
“You mean everything to us, Thea,” Jardin added. “You’re the very air we breathe. Nothing can happen to you.”
“I love the two of you as well,” she told them.
“Good,” Jardin said firmly. “Now about this tower . . .”
Epilogue
Five months later . . .
* * *
Thea looked out at the sign welcoming them to Haven. It hadn’t been an easy five months. She still had nightmares of Jenny shooting her father. The boys had had a few nightmares as well. But all of them were slowly healing—with the help of Jardin and Carrick.
The boys were now hers. Forever. Jenny’s trial date was coming up and Thea was nervous as hell about testifying. She hadn’t been granted bail, but had been remanded to a psychiatric unit instead. Silvers trial had just finished. He’d been given life in prison.
She finally felt like she could breathe easier.
“Here we go,” Jardin said from the driver’s seat.
Carrick sent her a smile from the front passenger seat.
The boys had both abandoned them, choosing to go in Maxim’s mustang. Because, apparently, it was far cooler.
Regent and Vincent were in Regent’s Bentley.
Unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to convince Lottie to come. But some friends of the family were with her, keeping her company. And Thea had promised to send her lots of photos.
Of the wedding.
Her phone dinged and she looked down at it with a grin. “Flick said to hurry our asses up. She wants all her bridesmaids there for her shower.” Which included her. She could scarcely believe it when Flick asked her to be her bridesmaid.
“All six of them,” Jardin scoffed.
“Well, she probably thought she needed them with West wanting all his brothers to stand up for him,” she pointed out.
“West didn’t want his brothers to stand up for him,” Jardin countered. “He was forced into it.”
“I’m just thankful he finally got a clue and proposed,” she said. “Giving her only four months to prepare for the wedding was just mean.”
Although, Flick had managed it. She’d become a small dictator according to Mia.
She leaned forward. “So, tell me, what do you guys think about a woman doing the proposing?”
“Hell, no!” They both yelled at her.
Sitting back, she giggled as both of them glared at her, Jardin doing it through the rearview mirror.
“You propose, baby, and you’re going over my knee every night for a week,” Jardin promised.
“And then the next week you’re over my knee,” Carrick told her.
Oh, but it would totally be worth it.
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