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At the top, in bold letters, it says:

THE PROMISES OF MAVERICK KANE

And beneath it, in a neat bulleted list, are all the things my husband just promised me.

To love me.

To honor me.

To stand beside me.

To support my dreams.

To build a life with me.

To choose me.

Every day.

For as long as we both shall live.

My vision blurs.

I look up.

Maverick is watching me. Nervous. My big, grumpy billionaire husband is actually nervous.

“Well?” he asks.

I smile. “I have one amendment.”

He groans. “Of course you do.”

I step into his arms.

“Maybe someday we could give Shiloh a sibling? He’d make an excellent big brother.”

“I think I can handle that. In fact, I think we should go do that right now.”

My husband kisses me.

And this time, neither one of us pulls away.

epilogue

Noelle

One year later

My husband makes a very sexy Santa Claus.

This is not an opinion I should be having while standing in a room full of children. And yet. Here we are.

“Ho, ho, ho!”

I bite the inside of my cheek.

Maverick’s eyes narrow at me over the head of the little girl standing in front of him.