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I mean, who else was crazy enough to bury someone alive?

I hiccupped a sob and said, “He’s evil.”

“He is,” Black confirmed.

“I don’t want to ever see him again.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Those other two that helped…”

“Already in custody and on their way back here now,” he said. “Their rich parents won’t be able to get them out of this, either. They’ll be charged with kidnapping and attempted murder.”

I shivered in his arms. “I hope they get the death penalty.”

Black squeezed me tighter. “If they don’t, I’ll make it so.”

I knew he would, too.

“I don’t know how it happened,” I said, scrubbing at my eyes.

“What?” Black asked against my hair.

“I just blinked, and suddenly you were my entire world.”

He tilted my chin up with his thumb, swiping away my tears. “Don’t you know?”

“Know what?” I asked, heart in my throat.

“That that’s exactly what I want to be to you.”

I leaned into his hand.

“Your ex-wife is dead?”

“Yeah.”

“You should go see Shelby.”

Even though I said it, I didn’t mean it.

If he left, I’d freak the fuck out.

“Not happening,” he said. “Until you’re ready for me to go, I’m here.”

“So, forever then?” I laughed.

His eyes went completely serious. “Marry me tomorrow.”

I blinked. “I’d love to, but…I don’t think that I’m going to be leaving your side long enough to plan a wedding anytime soon.”

“We’ll go to the courthouse.”

I snickered. “Sorry for your bad luck, Sheriff.” I squeezed his neck tight. “But I want a big wedding. I want the poofy dress, the walking down the aisle, the groom crying…”

“I can give you two of those things,” he teased. “No promises on the tears.”

The man cried.