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  Evie let the tears come this time. She didn’t try to stop them. She pushed off the doorframe and was at his side in five seconds. Bending her head and kissing him two seconds after that.

  ‘Why,’ she demanded face wet, eyes glistening, ‘didn’t you say those things in Pete’s?’

  Finn looked into her beautiful, interesting face made even more so by two wet tear tracks, his heart thudding in his chest. ‘Because I’m emotionally stunted and incredibly stupid.’

  She laughed and kissed him again. ‘Do you really mean all those things? About loving me as a woman, not just as Isaac’s mother?’

  Finn smiled. ‘Of course. You wouldn’t let me tell you so I figured I’d tell him.’

  Evie crouched beside him, peeking inside the blanket at Isaac snuggled up in a little ball against Finn’s chest. ‘I’m glad you did.’

  ‘So am I,’ Finn murmured, looking down into her face. ‘I’m just sorry I got it so wrong for so long, Evie. I do love you. Just as you are. Evie Lockheart. No one’s mother or sister or doctor. Just you. You helped me love again, feel again, and I need you in my life. All of you.’

  Evie nodded, two more tears joining the others. ‘And I love you.’

  Finn dropped a kiss on her mouth and it was the sweetest thing Evie had ever known.

  ‘Don’t think you’re off the hook for the flash mob and the blimp, though,’ she warned as they broke apart.

  Finn grinned. ‘I’ll consider myself on notice.’

  And then a tiny little snuffly sneeze came from under the covers and they smiled at each other, brimming with love.

  EPILOGUE

  EVIE LOOKED up from watching Isaac happily crawling around the back yard to see her husband approaching with a massive wrapped box.

  Finn grimaced as he set the heavy box on the ground. ‘Delivery for the birthday boy.’

  Isaac turned at the interesting new arrival and crawled their way, gurgling happily. It was hard to believe a year had passed since the frantic night of his birth and while the doctors still corrected his age to nine months, it was still his birth day.

  His milestones were behind, he was only just crawling and he was smaller than most kids his age, but he was bright and engaging and his parents were besotted with him.

  Finn bent and picked his son up off the grass, kissing him on the head. ‘What do you think about that?’ he asked him.

  Isaac kicked his legs excitedly and Finn and Evie laughed as they helped him pull the paper off the box and get it open. Inside sat the most exquisitely carved and decorated rocking horse Evie had ever seen.

  ‘Finn,’ she breathed reverently as he pulled it out and placed it on the grass. ‘It’s beautiful … Where did you get it?’

  Isaac squirmed to get down and Finn obliged. ‘It’s not from me,’ he murmured, upending the box and searching for a card. A piece of thick embossed card slipped out.

  Finn read it. ‘It’s from Khalid,’ he murmured.

  Evie stared at it. A Saudi oil prince had sent Isaac a first birthday present. The sun shone down on the exquisite workmanship and they both admired it for a moment.

  ‘Is that … gold leaf?’ she asked.

  Finn nodded. ‘I think so.’

  They looked at each other and laughed. Then they heard Isaac giggling too and looked down to find him peeking out of the box at them.

  ‘But who needs gold leaf when you’ve got a box?’ Finn smiled.

  And Evie watched with joy and love in her heart as Finn pushed a giggling Isaac round and round the yard in his cardboard car.

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