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“And those plans are?”

I grin, leaning down to brush my lips against hers, loving the way her body shivers at my touch. “To make you ours forever. Do you not understand that you own us, Cove? Mind, body, and soul. We’re yours, to do with as you please.” I press a soft kiss against her lips, and her body melts into mine.

“I still don’t like him,” she grumbles, and it’s adorable.

“I’m sure with time that will change. We’re not asking you to be his best friend, just for all of us to sit down and enjoy a meal together. That’s it.”

“Fine,” she huffs. “Go get cleaned up.”

“Are you going to be a good girl?” I ask, raising a brow.

“Will I get rewarded if I am?” she asks, raising a brow back.

A low growl rumbles in my chest. I nip her lip, making her moan. “I think that can be arranged.”

Ten minutes later, we’re all cleaned up and sitting at the kitchen table.

It’s a little awkward, but Shepherd does what he does best and fills the silence with his chatter, describing to Cove, in great detail, what we did to Rafe’s guys.

Cove smiles at Shepherd, listening to everything he says. It makes my fucking heart melt how she doesn’t blink twice about any of this.

“She reminds me of your mother,” Father comments, leaning in to speak low enough that only I can hear.

My body jolts, my attention pulled from my Bunny to look at him with surprise. “Really?”

He smiles, nodding his head. “The way she doesn’t blink twice about the violence of our world, how she looks at your brother like he’s her hero. She does the same with the two of you. I see it now, why you’re so infatuated with her.”

“We’re not infatuated, we’re obsessed with her,” I chuckle. “She’s amazing. Perfect for us.”

“She really is.”

“So,” Cove says, getting our attention. “What do you think about your sons kidnapping me and knocking me up?” Cove asks point blank, staring my father down.

Father grins, shaking his head. “What do I think? I think it’s exactly what they should have done.”

“Of course you’d be okay with it.” She rolls her eyes. “Like father, like sons, I see.”

“Okay with it? It was my idea.” Father grins.

“It was not!” Shepherd protests. “Don’t listen to him, Cove. It was my idea to kidnap you. He’s not allowed to take credit."

“So you do admit it was kidnapping!?” She jumps to her feet, grinning victoriously.

“Shit,” Shepherd groans. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Yes it is!”

The two of them start bickering and I shake my head with an amused smile.

Father chuckles, a light shining in his eyes. “She’s perfect for you three,” he declares with a chuckle. “I approve. You chose well.”

Unable to keep the grin off my face, one that matches the grin on Maverick’s, we watch Cove and Shepherd fight. I can’t help but feel beyond lucky that Cove came into our lives when she did.

We did choose well. We really fucking did.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Cove