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“Yes,” Rebecca replies gently. “She is.”

I nod once. “Thank you.”

“You earned this,” she says. “Both of you did.”

The call ends.

I lower the phone slowly.

For a second, I just stand there.

Then I look at Zara.

She hasn’t moved.

“Jax?” she whispers.

“We got it,” I say.

Her breath catches.

“We got it.”

That’s all it takes.

She sets her glass down without looking and crosses the space between us in two quick steps, throwing her arms around me.

I catch her, pulling her in just as tight.

“We did it,” she breathes against my chest.

“We did.”

My hand slides up her back, holding her there, grounding both of us.

It’s over.

There’s no more fight.

No more waiting.

No more wondering if something is going to take this away from us.

She pulls back just enough to look at me, her eyes bright.

I reach for the wine, hand her glass back, then lift mine.

“To us,” I say.

Her smile breaks wide, unguarded, and something in my chest locks into place.

She lifts hers, her fingers brushing mine.

“To us.”

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