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“One more night,” she whispered. “Just one more night and he’ll be home.”

“We did it,” Mac said, reaching for her hand. “Or rather, you did it. Agreeing to this crazy plan.”

She interlaced her fingers with his, the gold bands on their hands touching. “We did it together. I couldn’t have done this without you, Mac.”

The GPS announced their impending arrival at the Prescott estate, but Mac was already changing their destination. “Take us to the Four Seasons, please,” he instructed the system.

“Recalculating,” the mechanical voice responded.

“The Four Seasons?” Kelsey questioned.

“We need a place to stay tonight,” Mac explained. “And we might as well start our marriage in style.”

A surprised laugh escaped her. “Our very unusual marriage.”

“Unusual, yes,” Mac agreed, his thumb brushing across her knuckles. “But effective. And besides, my grandfather hasn’t looked that happy in years.”

“Truman,” Kelsey said with affection. “He’s probably still gloating.”

“Undoubtedly,” Mac replied, a smile tugging at his lips. “He always did like to win.”

“In five hundred feet, merge left,” the GPS instructed.

Mac followed the direction, navigating through the thinning evening traffic with one hand, the other still holding Kelsey’s. Tomorrow they would face the Prescotts, retrieve Noah, and begin the complicated process of becoming a family. But tonight, they would rest, regroup, and prepare for the battle ahead.

Noah MacCormack. The name echoed in his mind again, stirring something primal and protective he’d never experienced before.

Chapter 20

Kelsey stepped into the suite at the Four Seasons, her small overnight bag suddenly seeming shabby against the backdrop of cream-colored luxury. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the Boston skyline, city lights twinkling against the darkening sky. She set her bag down and wandered to the window, pressing her fingertips against the cool glass.

“Quite a view,” she murmured, more to fill the silence than anything else.

Mac moved around the suite with comfortable familiarity, setting down his own leather duffel, checking the minibar, adjusting the thermostat. “I’ve stayed here a few times.”

“Of course you have,” Kelsey said with a small smile. She turned to face the room properly. She took in the king-sized bed dominating one side, the elegant sitting area with a sofa and armchairs, the discreet door that presumably led to a bathroom she was already certain would be obscenely luxurious.

“Are you hungry?” Mac asked, already slipping from his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. “We could order room service.”

Kelsey realized she hadn’t eaten since the wedding cake, and even that had been just a few bites. “Starving, actually.”

“Here,” Mac handed her a leather-bound menu from the desk. Their fingers brushed, and she felt the unfamiliar coolness of his ring against her skin.

She sat on the edge of the sofa, studying the offerings while Mac hung his jacket carefully in the closet.

They had shared a bed last night, but this was different.

Now, they were husband and wife, at least on paper, and the formality of that commitment hung in the air between them.

“See anything you like?” Mac asked, and Kelsey startled slightly, realizing she’d been staring at the menu without reading it.

“The salmon sounds good,” she managed. “And maybe a glass of wine.”

“Let’s make it a bottle,” Mac suggested, loosening his cuffs. “I think we’ve earned it.”

He placed their order over the phone—salmon for her, steak for him, a bottle of Pinot Noir, and a chocolate soufflé to share. His voice was steady, confident, the voice of a man accustomed to giving instructions and having them followed.

When he hung up, he turned to her with his familiar scowl back in place. “Thirty minutes. I’m going to change. You?”