A Virgin for His Prize(63)
The kiss that sealed their vows was filled with their love and sparked their passion, exactly how they lived their lives together.
EPILOGUE
MAXWELL HELD TIGHTLY to Romi’s hand as he followed his mother into the hotel’s restaurant.
Inside, waiting to meet him was a group of his family.
Viktor’s was there, too.
Like so many things Romi and Madison did, they’d planned this reunion for their husbands with their Russian families.
Two men raised in a new country with a different life here to meet and connect with a heritage they’d never left completely behind.
His mom had been talking to her family for months. All Romi’s doing. They were thick as thieves now.
Which was a good thing.
He loved his mother, but he adored his wife.
Her father was with them as well. As moral support, he’d called it.
Harry Grayson had remained sober and started dating his housekeeper two months after getting out of rehab. They were engaged to be married in the fall.
His family still wasn’t speaking to him, but they’d made overtures to Romi.
She’d shown something of a ruthless streak herself in refusing anything to do with the rich and powerful Graysons because of the way they treated her father.
Maxwell looked over at where Viktor was hugging a distant cousin, his expression pained, and smiled.
Neither man had gotten any more adept at physical expressions of affection with anyone but their wives. That would change, too, soon.
Because Romi and Madison were doing something else together.
Carrying their first children.
The future stretched out in front of Max in a long winding road that glowed with promise, paved with emotion that might bring pain, but the happiness was worth it.
Very worth it.