A bright laugh and Lexi dropped her head again, lips pressed against his finger. "We are utterly hopeless, then," she sighed with a sober look, eyes dancing. "You have mine and I yours and I will keep it all the days of my life."
She had not known it. She had loved him, of course she had, and only at the end had she realized in how many ways that love delved, how true and deep it had wrapped around the core of her. But to know she had Arthur in return, to know that there might be a way, any hope at all, of something working, had her grinning as if she could not stop.
The movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, and Lexi looked up, all smiles, still holding Arthur's hand tightly, pressed to his heart. "Galehaut," she said, head tipping back, expression light and joyful. "Come. It's Arthur, my friend. Come and shake hands. My two favorite men," she was beaming at them both, holding out her free hand for Keiran to take.