Where We Belong (A Touch of Fate #1)(93)

Max doesn’t officially know that my parents are his biological grandparents; that’s just too much for his little mind to comprehend. He calls them grandma and grandpa because they’re my parents, and well, he’s been calling me dad, so to him it just makes sense. My parents are on cloud nine every time they get to see him, and between them and Harley’s parents, we pretty much have free childcare any time we want it.

My parents are waiting outside when I pull up, and Max flies out of the car and up the front walk, slamming directly into my dad’s chest.

“See ya tomorrow, bud!” I yell at his retreating back. He stops and turns, a magnificent smile lighting up his face.

“Good luck!” he hollers. Shooting my parents a quick wave, I hop in my car to head back home. Home. I love that word. There’s nothing in the world better than coming home every night to Harley and Max, and everyday I thank the Lord that Harley gave me a second—and third—chance.

Harley’s car isn’t in the driveway when I pull up to the house, so I rush inside to put a few last-minute touches on my big surprise. I’m just finishing up when I hear the front door slam shut.





“HONEY! I’M HOME!” I chuckle, walking in the front door. The house is quiet—too quiet. Shrugging off my coat, I toss it on the back of the couch. I walk into the kitchen, stopping in my tracks when I see a dozen roses presented beautifully in a crystal vase on the table. But it’s not the roses that catch my attention...it’s the green coupon tucked in the center.

On wobbly legs, I walk to the table. My hand shakes as I pull the coupon out of the bouquet. I run my finger along smooth paper, slowly turning it over in my hand.



“I want your heart.” His raspy voice startles me and I jump, clutching the coupon to my chest.

“You scared me,” I whisper, taking a deep breath. He smiles, taking a couple steps forward, stopping in front of me.

His soft eyes are boring into mine when he repeats himself. I grip his hand, pulling it up to rest over the left side of my chest.

“It’s already yours.” He swallows hard as tears spring to his eyes. “Are you okay?” I ask, suddenly nervous about why he’s acting so strange.

“I will be.” With his free hand, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a blue coupon. He holds it out in front of me, and my eyes flit nervously between him and the coupon before I drop his hand and take it.



My watery eyes find his. “It’s already yours,” I whisper, choking on my words when I see him pull another coupon out of his back pocket. This time it’s purple—my favorite color.

“You’ve got my heart, and my body is yours. What more could you want?” I quip, causing him to laugh.

“Just one more thing,” he replies, handing me the purple card. I turn it over, and after reading the most beautiful word ever, I squeeze my eyes shut.



Tears drip down my face and I take a shuddering breath. When I open my eyes, Tyson is kneeling before me on one knee and my hand flies to my mouth. A sob rips from my throat as I look into his dark brown eyes, which are swirling with love.

He peels my hand off my shocked face. His hands are trembling and his palms are sweating, but when he speaks, his voice doesn’t come out shaky…it comes out strong and unwavering.

“You’ve given me your body, Harley. You’ve even given me your heart. But that isn’t enough.” I shake my head, confirming that 'no, that isn’t enough.' My shoulders bob as I cry silently in front of the love of my life. “I want your future, Harley. I want your forever.”

His eyes are full of love, anticipation, and maybe a little fear. I think it’s time to put him out of his misery. I drop to my knees, and he lets out a harsh breath. “Yes,” I whisper, peppering kisses across his face. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Yes?” he asks, his bright eyes roaming my face. I nod once and he glides his fingers up my arms, stopping when he has my neck cradled between his warm hands. I watch in slow motion as his mouth descends on mine. Our tongues collide, but this time it isn’t a lust-fueled battle. It’s sweet, sensual, and full of more love than I could ever convey with words.

Tyson pulls away all too soon. I whimper at the loss of his mouth against mine and he chuckles. “This is perfect,” he says, waving his hand between us. “This…it’s…”

He’s obviously at a loss for words, so I interrupt him. “It’s perfect, because we’re together—in each other's arms—right where we belong.”





THE END


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I'M GOING TO BE wordy because I have a ton of people to thank, so please forgive me. This book has been a dream come true for me, a literal bucket list check-off, and hands down I could not have finished it without the support of my amazing husband. Honey, thank you for ignoring the messy floors, loads of unfolded laundry, and sink constantly full of dirty dishes. Thank you for getting up with the kids every morning and letting me sleep because I stayed up way too late writing or editing. Your endless stream of encouragement means more to me than I could ever tell you and I love you so very much!

Alexis—oh Alexis. 'Thank you' seems so insignificant. One of the best things I got out of writing this book was your friendship. You took me under your wing, guided me, plotted with me, encouraged me, and laughed with me. Thank you for always being there for me, no matter the question or concern. I promise not to be so crazy the next go around!