mansion.
“That’s wonderful, Anna,” Liam said with a smile.
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not. Tell him they can stay there indefinitely if they need to.”
“Oh, Mr. Cobalt, thank you! Here, talk to Jason.” There was a rustling sound over the phone.
“Colonel?”
“Jason, you and your family are welcome to move in permanently.”
Liam had such a big heart, it constantly amazed him how freely Liam gave to others.
Spencer gazed out over the water, it really was spectacular. Overhead, the thatch roof cabana waved in the gentle breeze. The smell of salt and sand drifted on the air.
The beach was fucking spectacular. They’d flown in last night. The room they were in was at the top of a hotel that was bigger and taller than Spencer had ever been inside of.
“Thank you, Colonel. I’ll see you and the captain when you return.”
Liam ended the call and lifted his hand and kissed his knuckles.
“Happy?”
“Hell yes.” He turned from the sandy beach of Dubai and smiled at Liam.
“It’s amazing for just a week.”
“No, I told you, I have business here,” Liam winked. “You are just the icing on the cake. And it gave me a romantic place for this.”
Spencer frowned, completely puzzled, and then his eyes flew wide when Liam pulled a box out of his pocket.
Liam’s hand shook slightly as he flipped the box open.
Twin gold bands glittering with tiny diamonds sat nestled together in a bed of blue velvet.
“Marry me.”
His mouth went dry.
“Marry me, Spencer. Make me the happiest man on earth.”
Spencer felt his eyes sting. He wanted that more than anything in the world and he took that leap of faith.
“Yes,” he told the man he loved with all of his heart. “I’ll marry you.”
Liam slipped one of the rings onto his finger and held out the box.
Spencer’s fingers fumbled, but he managed to get the other ring out and slide it home on Liam’s hand.
Liam lifted his ring finger to his lips and kissed it.
“I love you,” his fiancé whispered.
“Until eternity,” he murmured back and drew Liam in for a long, slow kiss.
“Woot!” Wesley shouted and Spencer drew back with a surprised laugh. How the hell was Wesley there? And with Adam and Jessica standing next to him.
It took Spencer a moment to realize that all of Infinity and Fury, dressed in casual beach wear, were standing behind the teenagers.
“What the hell?” He gaped in shock at Liam and then back at the unit.
They laughed and hooted while Maddox and River crowded forward to admire the rings.
“Congratulations, bro,” Maddox said with a smile.
“Thank you.” He was still gobsmacked and turned to look at Liam again.
“I wanted this to be a memorable occasion, with all of our friends,” Liam said huskily. “Surprised?”
Leave it to Liam to invite their friends and family across the world.
Was he surprised? Not really. Happy was more the word he’d use.
“You are something else.”
“Something good I hope?”
“Mhmm, amazing.”
“Now that’s a word I can get behind,” Liam grinned.
“What happened to keeping it on the down low?”
Liam’s lip curled. “Screw the down low.”
Spencer laughed loudly. God, he so loved this man.
Someone popped a cork and showered them with champagne. Laughter rang out loudly.
Spencer wondered what had taken him so long to realize that taking it slow wasn’t always the best recourse. Not when it came to love.
He took the glass River handed him with a wink and tapped it against Liam’s.
“Here’s to us,” he said.
“To us,” Liam agreed.
Spencer leaned in and kissed Liam on the lips, the kiss lingered causing the hooting and hollering of the unit. When he lifted his head, Liam’s eyes promised everything he wanted in their future; love and happiness.
The End
SNEAK PEAK of HUNTED (Pacific Northwest Shifters book 1)
“There you are,” Jace DeLeon muttered beneath his breath as he crouched in the graveled parking lot and studied the wet tracks near his feet.
The spring thunderstorm had eased off in the crisp May air, leaving the streets shiny and wet, and one lone light sent a glimmer of white across the asphalt. He’d gotten lucky after the first set of tracks had vanished beneath the downpour and was able to pick up the next set behind a deserted warehouse.
Rising to his feet, he eased open his black trench coat and withdrew one of his two short swords. The blades gleamed, catching the dim light. They were a matching set of eighteenth-century titan steel with intricate carvings along slightly beveled edges. The blades were beyond razor sharp and quite capable of taking off a shifter’s head. Passed down from his