“I will never keep you in the dark again, Paige,” he promised, his voice trembling with emotion.

“I swear it on our son, our marriage, and every breath I take.”

“Then I accept your partnership, Russell Callahan,” I said with a smile, leaning up to kiss him.

From the open French doors behind us, our little boy woke up and let out a cheerful, babbling laugh that carried across the quiet terrace.

Russell smiled, took my hand in his, and together we walked back inside toward the bright, honest warmth of the home we had fought so hard to protect.

THE END.