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There it is again.

That confidence.

That certainty.

The thing that should drive me insane but somehow makes me feel safer than anything else ever has.

I look around the cabin slowly. The fire crackling in the stone fireplace. My boots beside his near the door. My camera sitting on his kitchen table next to his coffee mug like it belongs there.

Like I belong here.

Then I look back at him.

At this rough, terrifying mountain man who fought through a blizzard barehanded to get me back.

And suddenly the answer feels obvious.

I slide my arms around his neck slowly. “Okay.”

His entire body stills.

“Okay?” he repeats carefully.

“Yeah.” I smile despite myself. “I’ll marry you, mountain man.”

The look that crosses his face nearly destroys me.

Not cocky.

Not smug.

Just wrecked.

Completely.

Then he kisses me hard enough to steal the rest of my oxygen.

By the time we make it into town two days later, the entire mountain somehow already knows.

Margie screams loud enough to startle half the diner when Rhett walks in with his hand possessively locked around my waist.

“I KNEW IT!” she yells from behind the counter.

Every head in the café turns instantly.

I groan into my coffee. “I hate this town.”

“You love this town,” Rhett says.

“I tolerate this town.”

“Sweetheart, you’re marrying the town cryptid. You live here now.”

Archer nearly chokes laughing from a nearby booth while Liam shouts, “Bout damn time, Maddox,” and Jace starts demanding to know who’s taking bets on how fast Rhett gets me pregnant.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.

Rhett looks completely unbothered.