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door, and none of them look like they have the slightest idea of what he is doing. All they can hear is him.
    He reaches out a hand to Jamie. His mate. His impossible mate, who literally came back from the dead for him. Am I selfish, to tie him here? But no.
    He takes in a deep breath. “I agree to your terms,” he says.
    So it shall be.
    The pain from his head courses through his body. His limbs stiffen and shake. He gasps for air when it feels like his lungs are frozen - and then the pain converges all in his belly, and he feels the gravity of what he just agreed to in one horrifying wail that bursts through his lips.
    “Jamie,” he says, and whatever barrier was in place is gone, because Jamie rushes forward, holding him gently as his body seizes and he begins to fall backward.
    “Dylan,” Jamie says, and there are tears in his eyes. “What did you do?”
    He smiles. “I get to keep you now,” he says, just before everything fades to black.
    *
    Dylan wakes up the next morning to bright sunshine and an empty bed. The sheets are cool around him, and he startles up, frantic. Did it not work? Did he miss his chance to say goodbye for a pipe dream? Had he hallucinated all of it?
    The door opens when he’s halfway to a panic attack, and Jamie steps inside. There’s a tray in his hands piled high with bacon and eggs and pancakes and two clear plastic cups of orange juice.
    “You’re here,” he breathes.
    Jamie sets the tray down on the bedside table. “I’m here,” he says.
    When their lips meet, it feels like a promise.

Epilogue
    Dylan opens the backdoor and sticks his head out into the falling snow. “Sweetheart?” 
    “Yeah, Dad?”
    “Come inside, Jack. It’s been long enough and you’re starting to get wet.”
    “But Dad!”
    Dylan schools his face into a stern look. “Do you want me to sic Papa on you?”
    Jack lets out a big huff and shuffles back toward the doorway. “Okay, fine.”
    Dylan smiles slightly and helps him off with his jacket after he’s stepped over the threshold. “Go on and clean up,” he says. “Supper will be ready in a few minutes.”
    “But Papa’s not back yet!”
    Dylan hangs the jacket on the peg beside the door and looks over at the clock on the wall as he steps toward the stove. “It’s fine, Jackie-boy. He’ll be home soon and if you eat now you can spend more time with him before bed.”
    “Kay.”
    When the little boy scampers off, Dylan leans back against the countertop and takes a deep breath. He doesn’t like lying to the kid, but he’s felt off all afternoon, and by now he’s sure that something’s wrong.
    Jamie’s never been late before.

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