“Do I get to be in the wedding?” Tilly asked.

“If there is one,” Mick said, eyes on Quinn. “I can do with or without the ceremony, babe; as long as I have you, I’m good. Your call.”

Quinn wasn’t prepared for the wave of emotion that swamped her. “First,” she managed. “I love you too.”

“The forever kind,” Tilly added helpfully, nodding at Quinn encouragingly when Quinn once again met her gaze.

Quinn turned and looked up into Mick’s steady, dark eyes, feeling the love he had for her enfold her. “The forever kind,” she agreed.

“And second?” he asked.

“Yes.” She’d never been more sure of anything in her life.

Mick hauled her in tight and kissed her, and from far, far away, Quinn heard Tilly sigh dramatically.

“They’re at it again,” the teenager told Tink, who’d come in to see what the commotion was about.

“Mew.”

“Tell me about it . . .” Tilly scooped up the cat and cuddled her in close. “Seems we’re a good fit after all.”

A great fit, thought Quinn. A forever fit . . .

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