"You know you don't have to do that?"
She jumped and gasped. "I think I need to put a bell on you!"
He laughed.
Bride jumped again as all of their belongings suddenly appeared neatly folded in her suitcases. "Vane…"
"What?"
"Never mind," she said with a laugh. She didn't really want to change him, either.
He came up behind her and pulled her to him.
Bride took a moment to savor the feel of him there. To savor the strength of his arms around her waist. "So what are you going to do with the rest of your life now that your parents are taken care of and Fury has control of your pack?"
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
"I don't want to do anything other than spend the rest of my life watching you."
"Yeah, but—"
"No buts, Bride. I've spent the last four hundred years fighting tooth and nail for everything. Hiding who and what I am. Now there's no need. You're safe here in New Orleans and I intend to make sure you stay that way."
She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. "And what about my shop?"
"It's all yours."
"Will you help me watch it?"
"No. I'm going to be too busy watching you."