Tyler’s arm behind my back shifted, and I jerked, feeling his hand rub against my ass.

I cleared my throat, and I could feel his smile as he squeezed me.

Christian sat behind the camera, playing on his phone, while Jay stood off to my left, periodically instructing the photographer on what shots to take and what angles to shoot, as if she didn’t know already.

Walking up to me, he tried to pin something to my chest, and I knew right away that it was a flag.

I shot out my hand, shooing him away.

“Easton, really,” he chided.

“It’s tacky,” I burst out. “This is my engagement photo.”

I wasn’t turning it into a political statement. We’d already had that argument.

“Tyler.” Jay groaned. “A little help, please?”

Tyler simply shook his head, probably sick of Jay’s and my bickering.

“You’re handling the publicity,” I pointed out, glaring at Jay, “and I even let you pick the wedding date, because you whined about how good it would be for the campaign, but when you start to dress me, that’s when we have problems,” I snapped. “Capisce?”

“Everyone who’s anyone has a personal shopper, Easton,” he whined. “She can tell you which clothes are best for your coloring —”

But I yelped, cutting off Jay’s lecture, as my fiancé’s hands grabbed me and I fell into Tyler’s lap. His lips came down on mine, and I moaned, holding his face in my hands.

We pulled apart, laughing at each other, and I heard the camera click.

“Ah,” the photographer sang. “That’s the cover of New Orleans magazine.”

She looked at the screen of her digital camera, smiling.

“Now, Mr. Marek,” she instructed. “Would you stand, please, and move to your fiancée’s other side?”

Tyler rose from the chair and moved around to my left side, while I remained sitting.

She looked to me and asked, “Would you turn to him slightly and then cock your head a bit?”

I followed her directions, placing my arm around Tyler and leaning in to him as I tilted my head.

“Chin up,” she chirped, and disappeared behind her camera again.

Tyler’s scent invaded my head, and as much as I’d grown to love Christian, I was glad he was joining his friends in the country during spring break. Which started in a few days.

I still kept my apartment and would until the wedding in October, but it was getting harder and harder to stay there. Tyler and I found our time together when we could, and even though Christian wasn’t stupid – he’d caught me there early one morning, probably figuring out I had stayed the night – we did make a huge effort to not make it obvious or inappropriate.

I was still a teacher at his school, after all.

And I’d decided to stay there, even taking on tennis coaching responsibilities for the girls’ team for the next school year.

After the election, though, if Tyler won, we’d reevaluate whether or not we needed to relocate to Washington, D.C., for the length of his term.

For now, though, we simply worked on his campaign and planned the wedding, which we decided to have at Degas House to commemorate the paintings we discussed when we first met.

“I want my son in some photos as well,” Tyler said, and the photographer nodded.

I looked over at Christian, loving how close he and Tyler had become. They didn’t always have the same interests, but they’d found a lot of common ground and enjoyed doing things together.

Christian had even started tagging along with Tyler on some of his campaign trips around the state, touring factories and neighborhoods, and he was very interested in his father’s business. Not the office work part of it, but when Tyler had to take a trip to see equipment or check out a building site, Christian loved to join him as much as his school schedule allowed. Tyler was a good father, and he hardly went anywhere without Christian now.

Which got me thinking…

“We still haven’t talked about that,” I said under my breath just to him.

“What?” He glanced at me.

I licked my lips, not sure how I would answer the question I was about to ask. “Do you want children?” I questioned, and then corrected myself. “I mean, more children?”

Tyler blinked, looking surprised, and then I saw his gaze go to Christian before turning back to me.

“Yes,” he answered. “If it’s with you.”

My lips curled, and I felt strangely excited. A baby?

“You?” he hinted.

I inhaled a long, deep breath. “I think so.” And then I looked at him, nodding as realization hit. “Yeah. I’d love to have one or two.”

He leaned down and kissed me, his teasing lips making me promises for later that I couldn’t wait for.

“Do you think we can balance it all?” I spoke against his lips. “Our careers, the campaign, children…”

He let out a sigh and stood back upright. “All we can do is try,” he stated. “But we don’t break our commitment. Family, fortune, future,” he dictated. “None of it means anything without him or you.”

I tightened my arm around him, not giving a damn that I needed him so much. I’d gotten very good at being weak, and I wasn’t ashamed of it.

But in truth, I knew it wasn’t weak to need people. To need love and connection.

You’re only strong if you can stand on your own, right?

Nope.

The truth was, you’re happier when you’re needed and stronger when you’re loved.

I could survive without Tyler, but why would I want to? Ever?

Nothing could replace him or erase him.

Except…

I opened my mouth, narrowing my eyes. “I forgot to ask.” I looked at him with amused curiosity. “Which political party do you belong to?”

He broke out in a laugh, his chest shaking as he looked down at me.

“How is it that you don’t know that?” he exclaimed. “You researched me online.”

I shrugged. “I went to your website and social media, nosing around, but that was it.”

Although we’d had discussions about his platform, and I’d accompanied him here and there, I realized it was the one thing that never came up.

He shook his head and stared at the camera.

“So?” I hinted.

“So what?”

I instantly hooded my eyes, unamused. “Which political party are you a member of, Tyler?”

“Does it matter?” he played.

“It might,” I shot back.

But he just turned and wrapped me in his arms, bending me backward with the force of his kiss. I squealed under his lips and then let my eyes roll back, my head feeling dizzy, as his tongue entered my mouth.

“Ew.” I heard Christian’s complaint from across the room.

And then Jay. “All right,” he chastised. “I’m getting the child out of here.”

Tyler didn’t break the kiss as he shot out his hand, waving goodbye to them, while I tried not to giggle.

He definitely knew how to shut me up.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

First, to all of the teachers in the world – the days are endless, the workload only increases, and you’re not paid nearly what you’re worth. But you’re the greatest of all artists. Some paint with brushes, while others play guitars, carve wood, or perform onstage. But you work with living minds and diverse spirits and create dreams that cultivate futures. Thank you for everything you do!

Next, to the readers – this was the first book and the first characters I dived into after finishing the Fall Away series. So many of you have been there, sharing your excitement and showing your support, and I am continually grateful for your continued trust. I know my adventures aren’t always easy, but I love them, and I’m glad so many others do, too.

To my family – my husband and daughter put up with my crazy schedule, my candy wrappers, and my spacing off every time I think of a conversation, plot twist, or scene that just jumped into my head at the dinner table. You both really do put up with a lot, so thank you for loving me anyway.