Redeeming 6 (Boys of Tommen, #4)

by Chloe Walsh

“When we get engaged—” “We’re not getting engaged.” “I want a ring the size of my fist.” He snorted. “Good luck with that.” “And when we get married—” “We’re not getting married.” “I want a big house in the country, with a huge four-poster bed and one of those giant flat-screen televisions hanging on the wall.” “And where am I going to find the money for that?” I beamed at him. “I thought you said we weren’t getting married.” “We’re not.” He turned to face me. “We can’t because I’ll be in prison for robbing a bank to pay for that fist-size ring you have your eye on.” “And when we have babies—” “We’re not having babies.” “They’ll be blond and green-eyed and just like their dad.” “You’re insane.” “I’m in love.” “I’m not having babies, Molloy,” he whispered, giving me a lonesome look. “I can’t be a father.” “Joe.” “It’s a hard limit for me.” “Okay.” Giving him a reassuring smile, I said, “No babies. We’ll have a fur-baby instead.” “Hmm.” Turning back to stare at the ceiling, he inhaled a deep breath. “You might want to lower the bar with the mansion in the country, too.” “Why?” I laughed. “What have you in mind?” “Don’t know,” he admitted. “I never think about that kind of stuff.” “The future?” He nodded. “Yeah.” “Well, you better start thinking about it,” I teased. “Because you’re in mine, and I always get what I want.” “Yeah.” He squeezed my hand. “I know.”