Within the church built in memory of his family, Damon had taken Angela as his wife. Eight months later, she'd given birth to a son: John Christian Harrison Montgomery. At this moment, Johnny was in a nearby cottage being spoiled by two sets of grandparents and too many uncles and aunts to count.
Spence Montgomery was attending the university where Damon had once planned to study. Damon was about to embark on what he knew would be the first of many journeys that would take him and his family to Ravenleigh, where he would begin learning the intricacies of managing the estate Spence had thought he would one day inherit.
So many twisted strands of their lives were woven together that Damon wondered if it was fate's perverse way of building strong bonds between families.
"Are you going to stay out here all night?" Angela asked quietly behind him.
Reaching back, he tugged her forward, wrapped his arms around her, and settled his chin on the top of her head. "How is it that you can always find me?"
"Not always, Damon."
"Always, Angel. Perhaps not as quickly as you'd like, but you do manage always to find me."
He blanketed her mouth with his own, drawing her closely against his body. She clutched his shirt as he drank deeply, briefly sating an unquenchable thirst that would return the moment she left him. He inhaled her sweet scent, heard her soft whimper. As long as she drew breath, he knew that Damon Montgomery would always find his way home.
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