Free Your Lycan or Mine? (Broken Heart Book 14) by Michele Bardsley

dreaming?” she asked.
    “You died, Claire. You’re in the next world. I’ve been waiting for you.”
    She took a moment to consider his words, and realized he spoke the truth. Relief was so palpable she could almost taste it. “How is this possible?”
    “I had a little help from some friends.”
    “Natasha?”
    “Yes, and some other nice folks from a town called Broken Heart.”
    She stared at the love of her life, memorizing every feature of his face from his chiseled jaw, the slight bump in his nose, the little scar that marked the left side of his chin, as if at any moment he’d suddenly be taken away again. “I missed you,” she said.
    “I’m not going anywhere. This is our final destination, babe,” he said. “This is forever.”
    “I couldn’t take it if I lost you again.”
    “I have never left you, and I never will.”
    Relief and unabashed happiness lightened Claire’s heart. “I love you, Henry.”
    “And I you,” said Henry, his blue eyes twinkling and his familiar grin reassuring. He took her hand, and together they walked into eternity.

Chapter Twelve
    Broken Heart, Oklahoma
    “ N O . FUCKING. WAY.” Nor examined the pair of sassy silver heels. “Ferragamos. In my size.” He looked in the second shoe box and squealed. “Jimmy Choo. And pink! Oh, honey, what did you do? Hold up an Orange County housewife at knife point?”
    “I’m dating a billionaire,” said Ash.
    Jarod put his arm around Ash and gave her smacking kiss. “She’s totally in love with me.”
    Ash couldn’t stop the blush. “I barely like you.”
    Jarod dipped his head down toward her ear. “Liar.”
    She blushed harder.
    “Oh. Em. Gee. Ash getting embarrassed?” Nor pretended to wipe away an imaginary tear. “Our little soul shifter is all grown up.”
    “Ha, ha. ” Ash pointed to the shoes. “Keep it up and I’ll return those.”
    “Over my dead body.” Nor sat up, his plumped pillows falling to the wayside. His Highness was shored up in a king-sized bed, waited on hand and foot. Even though he looked a helluva lot better than he had a week ago, he was still too pale. After Lilith was destroyed, Brigid had managed to break the demon curse and save him, but Nor wasn’t quite fully healed.
    “So when’s the wedding?” asked Nor, his expression innocent.
    “We’re leaving.” Ash grabbed Jarod by the arm and jerked him toward the door.
    “I want to be maid of honor,” called out Nor. “I expect Prada, Jarod. Prada !”
    Ash yanked Jarod out into the hallway of the Three Sisters Bed and Breakfast. She shut the door and blew out a relieved breath.
    Jarod spun her around and took her into his arms. “Tell me you love me.”
    “You love me.”
    “Natasha…”
    “Okay,” she said. She grabbed his face and pulled him down to hers. “I love you.”
    She kissed him, putting her heart, and yes, her very own soul, into it. She pulled back, grinning like an idiot, and said, “I want my wedding dress to be made out of white leather.”
    “Whatever you want, my love,” said Jarod. “Whatever you need.”
    “You,” she said. “Just you.”
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