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“Nothing.”

“Mouse.”

I laughed harder.

“You’re filthy.”

“Aye.”

I snuggled closer.

Maybe this was love.

Maybe I couldn’t call it love yet. But I knew I was falling toward something I’d never felt before.

For now, I didn’t need a name for it.

I had Lachlan’s arms around me, snow falling outside the windows, and an entire world waiting on the other side of morning.

That was enough.

His breathing slowly deepened behind me.

Still holding his hand against my heart, I closed my eyes.

This time, sleep found me smiling.

Chapter thirty-five

My phone started vibrating on the nightstand at the same time someone tried to beat my front door off its hinges.

What the actual fuck?

Isabella was curled against my side with her cheek on my chest and one arm draped across my stomach, somehow still asleep despite the racket. I kept an arm around her while I reached blindly for the phone with the other, found it on the second attempt, and squinted at Lucian’s name on the screen.

“What?”

“Good morning to you too. And sorry for—”

Another round of pounding echoed through the penthouse.

“Who the hell is at my door?”

“My lovely wife woke up, looked outside, and lost her mind over the snow. I called you twice. You didn’t answer, so she decided to inform you in person.”

Isabella’s head lifted from my chest.

“Snow?”

That one word woke her faster than all the pounding at the door.

She pushed herself upright, her hair falling around her shoulders, then scrambled out of bed, snatched the sheet around herself, and hurried toward the bedroom windows.

She stopped in front of the closed blinds and searched for a way to open them.

“How do I raise these?”

“Voice control.”