Page 79 of Laurel of Locksley

His breath hitched—just slightly—as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard me correctly. For a heartbeat, he simply stared, the world narrowing to the space between us. Then joy broke across his face—pure, unfiltered happiness, warm and bright and utterly breathtaking.

Then he kissed me, urgent yet also certain, as his hands slid to my waist. The kiss was long and deep and, for the first time since we met, blessedly uninterrupted.

Who would have thought that the daughter of Robin Hood and the son of the Sheriff of Nottingham would be here like this—bloodied, exhausted, victorious—and somehow be perfect together?

I still didn’t know what the future would bring.

But whatever it was, I knew exactly who I wanted at my side.

Baron.

Always Baron.