Page 65 of Every Eligible Man

"Thank you," I tell him. "For everything. The magic, the driving, the reluctant participation in our chaos."

"I didn't have a choice."

"You could have flown away at any time."

One-Eye is silent for a long moment. "I could have. I didn't. I don't know what that says about me."

"It says you love them," I suggest. "Despite everything."

"I love cheese. I tolerate them." He ruffles his feathers. "There's a difference."

"Sure there is."

From outside the door, Mira's voice drifts through.

"My lady? The reception has been waiting for... some time. Shall I tell them you're... indisposed?"

I look at my three husbands. At the destruction around us. At the life I've chosen.

"Tell them the reception is cancelled," I call back. "We'll emerge in a week. Maybe two."

"A week?"

"We have things to do. Consummation things. Tell them to go home."

Mira's sigh is audible through the door. "As you wish, my lady."

Footsteps retreat.

Ash shifts beneath me, his cock already stirring again. "A week?"

"At least."

"We should move somewhere with an intact bed."

"We should." I don't move. "In a minute."

Slade's hand traces lazy patterns on my hip. "We're married now. Officially."

"We are."

"All three of us to you."

"All three of you." I smile against Ash's chest. "Mine."

"Yours," they echo together.

Gerald chitters from his flower nest, something that sounds suspiciously like "finally."

"Gerald says he's proud of us," Wreck translates.

"Gerald is a menace."

"Gerald is family now. Officially. By law."

"By law?"

"I'm pretty sure ferrets count as dependents. I'll have the lawyers check."