Page 36 of Guarded By The Mountain Man SEAL

Word travels fast in a small town. Especially when you've been carrying a ring around for three weeks and everyone at the Boathouse has been placing bets on when you'd finally work up the nerve.

I don't mind. Let them celebrate. Let the whole damn town know that Ford Callahan, the grumpy charter captain who kept to himself for four years, is officially off the market.

Sera leans against my shoulder as the marina comes into view, her ring catching the light with every movement of her hand.

"What are you thinking?" she asks.

"That I'm the luckiest bastard alive." I press a kiss to the top of her head. "And that I can't wait to spend the rest of my life proving I deserve you."

"You already have." She tilts her face up, and I see everything I ever wanted reflected in her green eyes. "Every day, Ford. You prove it every single day."

Second Watch glides into her slip.

Home.

Finally, completely, irrevocably home.