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“Fiona,” Cormac’s eyes are fixed on mine.
Oh, my god.
Cormac Sullivan is about to propose.
To me.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, and he hasn’t even said anything yet.
“You’re the love of my life.”
And here come the waterworks.
“You are my world, and I can’t imagine a future without you.”
My vision completely blurs as the tears start streaming down my cheeks.
“Will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”
I can’t speak. I can’t even breathe properly.
My hands fly to my mouth as I choke on a sob.
“Say yes!” Scout cries, and I let out a watery laugh.
“Yes!” I finally manage, wiping at my cheeks. “Yes, of course I will marry you!”
I go to hug Cormac, but he holds up a hand to stop me.
“There’s more.” He grins as Scout opens his box to reveal a matching diamond necklace set on a thin gold chain.
I hold a hand to my neck as I try to hold in a sob. “Oh, Scout. It’s beautiful!”
“I…I never knew my ma.” He glances nervously at Cormac, who gives him a nod of encouragement. “But I know she would love for you to be my other momma, and so would I.”
I can’t even give him an answer straight away because I’m crying so hard. Instead, I drop down in front of them and throw my arms around both of their necks, hugging them as tightly as possible.
“I would love nothing more,” I finally manage.
I only let go long enough for Cormac to slide the ring on my finger and to help Scout put the necklace on me before hugging them both again.
I sob. “I love you both, so much.”
“We love you too,” Cormac murmurs, taking my face in his hands and kissing me.
Chapter Forty
CORMAC
It’s beenone month since the riot at the prison, and still we’ve heard nothing from Lorcan. Not a single whisper. Not one sign that he’s resurfaced or made a move.
But that doesn’t mean he’s gone.
I know he’s out there somewhere, biding his time.
In the meantime, we’ve all learned to live around it, like it’s background noise for the sake of the children, even though my brothers and I both know it isn’t. It’s a storm that hasn’t arrived yet, and I can feel the tension coiled under the surface, ready to explode at any moment.
But tonight, Lorcan doesn’t exist. The only thing that matters is the smile on Fiona’s face as she flits around the living room, showing off her engagement ring to everyone she passes. We weren’t planning on having an engagement party, but Ciara insisted, so here we are, drinking champagne and toasting to a future we almost lost.
