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“We will avoid it,” Lincoln assured me. “And I’m sorry any of that happened to you. You’re far too precious to us.”
“You really are, Mylee. Before you came along…” Paxton sighed, and I reached out to touch his face.
“I feel the same way about you guys. I never knew what it was like to have a family, not really. I mean, my mom was gone when I was so young, and foster care…”
I shuddered.
“You will always have a family with us,” Kai promised.
“You’ve proven that time and again,” I agreed.
“I have an idea…” Lincoln said slowly, sitting up to look around. “But I think we’ll need to vote on it.”
I waited, but he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were set on his friends.
“We’ve never had a home, guys. Not since we started Silverpiece. We’ve always been on the go, committed to nothing. We’re always traveling and moving around.”
“You have houses,” Kai argued.
“But not a home,” Lincoln repeated. “How would you feel about setting up our home base in Chicago? Permanently.”
“Here?” Paxton asked dubiously, gesturing vaguely around the penthouse.
“No, not here,” Lincoln replied slowly. “I’m talking about buying a plot of land and building our own home. Something all of us agree on—with Mylee as the mastermind.”
Excitement ignited inside me, and I looked from one to the next for their take on the notion.
Kai began to nod, and I could see the idea was growing on Paxton.
“Chicago’s all right,” Paxton agreed slowly. “After all, that is where we met Mylee.”
I beamed happily and collapsed against the couch.
“Sounds like it’s settled then,” Lincoln chuckled. “Mylee has turned us into Chicagnoites.”
Everyone laughed.
“I don’t think they’re called that, Linc,” Kai sighed.
“Chicagogians?” he tried, and we all burst out laughing again.
Whatever they were called, that was what they were now. Just like me. My princes were home with me, just like destiny had intended all along.
Epilogue
MYLEE
One Year Later
Istopped at the reception desk, dropping an envelope on the counter with my right hand, the left balancing an oversized bag filled with odds and ends.
“Let me get that for you, Ms. Lynn,” Lyndon called, rushing forward to help me, his hands extended.
“Oh, there you are,” I laughed, turning to address the doorman. “No, no, I’ve got it, thank you.” I nodded toward the envelope on the counter. “That’s for you, though. I wanted to leave it before we went.”
“Are you sure, Ms. Lynn? I can help.”
“It’s all done, Lydon. I’m sure. This is the last of it. Just take that.”
