Page 166 of Playing for the President's Daughter
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“Princess,” Jase sighed. “I can’t believe you’d even question it. If you’re here, we’re all going to be together.”
I laughed. “Well, if that’s what you want.”
“Looks like we’re going house hunting.” Dylan grinned.
I smiled, my heart full in a way I hadn’t known was possible.
A single Fourth of July night had been the beginning of something I never expected.
A life I was choosing.
With the two people I loved standing right beside me.
The world could turn it into a headline or reduce it to a sound bite about Jase and Dylan playing for the president’s daughter, if they wanted.
But I knew the truth.
This wasn’t about politics, optics, or expectations.
The three of us were playing for keeps.
The End.
