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Oh yeah. I’d ride that stallion like a cowgirl gone wild.
Darling, if he’s no good, pick another pony.
Oh, FYI, I told him your name was Darcy.” An eyebrow rises. “The hero in Pride and Prejudice,” I say. “Guess that makes you Elizabeth Bennet?” Kill me now. He knows Jane Austen.
Come out of the dark and embrace the sunshine.
“Wait! There’s a girl at A Likely Story Bookstore, you know the one off Fifth Avenue?” “No.” “She also works at the bar across from our apartment. Surely you’ve been inside.” I’ve seen Marcelle’s Martini Bar, but if I’m drinking, it’s at the Baller, a private membership place for athletes. “Never been. Any moles?” “Shut it. She’s perfect. And fun. You need fun.” He hums. “Jeez, what’s her name? It starts with an E . . . Esme? No, wait, I’ve got it—Emmaline Darling. Isn’t that adorable?”
Emmy, Got your note and thought I’d reply. Look at what you did (see enclosed photo), and you’re going to do something for me to make up for it. Because you stole my fucking car. I’ll be in touch. G
“About that. I have”—he looks away, his hands flexing—“a proposal.” If he says he wants some kind of sex thing, I’m going to freak. “I’m listening.” “I’m in need of a wife.”
I take it you aren’t a fan of marriage?” My eyes drift over the curve of her cheeks, the way her pouty lips press together. “I’m more of a bookish spinster type.” A beautiful one. I take in the long wavy blonde hair, the arch of her golden brows, the high cheekbones.
“Come on, do it. Take the ring off and start all over.” He takes the ring off as he growls under his breath, “Hardest proposal of my fucking life . . .” “How many have you done?” “Jealous?” “No.” He rolls his neck and shoulders. “I’m kinda sore from my workout. It’s hard to get on the floor. Let’s skip that part.” “Ah, I see, the usual. You’ve never been on your knees in front of a woman.” “Oh, I have, my darling.”
Darling, You need another favorite flower. No more calla lilies. Your future husband I whip out my phone and send him a text. With what you spent on flowers, I could have bought a small car. But not a Lamborghini. Did you pick a favorite yet? No. Then I’ll send more tomorrow.
He’s suddenly sitting at attention and walks over to me. “Let me see it again?” Londyn pulls out her washcloth and watches Graham as he lifts my tank top and peers at the scar on my rib cage. He frowns as his fingers lightly trace over it. “Did surgery fix it forever?” “Are you worried for me?” I ask, surprise in my voice. “You’re going to be my wife.”
“I had my surgery the night of the Super Bowl. You and I were in the same hospital on the same night, Mount Sinai.”
“This isn’t about the NDA. I don’t want him near you, Emmy. You’re my wife, and it worries me that he might hurt you. Don’t you understand?”
That aside, he does care about you.” “How do you know?” “A cat litter box. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but he bought one. It’s waiting for your little pet.”
AWE 🥹
“And finally, to my beautiful wife. Life gives you what you want when you least expect it.
“There’s no way you’ll fit on that couch. The bed is big enough for the two of us.” He rubs a hand over his jaw. “It isn’t.” “It’s a king-size bed.” His gaze lingers over my face, then down to my cleavage, peeking through my slip. “If I get in that bed, I’m going to ask to fuck you, and you’ll say yes, and we’ll make up an excuse that it’s to ‘break the tension’; then . . .” He stops, an eyebrow raising. “You want that?” My throat prickles with the word yes. “No.”
In the den is the penis statue, about four feet tall and lime green.
The truth is that I long for him with every ounce of my being, and I can’t deny it any longer, not the sparkle in his eyes when he smiles, his dimples, the way his nose flares slightly when he’s near me yet doesn’t make a move. I relish in his banter, the way he opens up to me when I least expect it.
“Fucking hot,” Jasper murmurs from next to me, and a buzz of irritation hits. “That’s my wife you’re drooling over. Stop.”
“Just saying. If things don’t work out between you two—” Jane’s voice cuts like a knife. “Of course it will work out. It’s Emmy. She wouldn’t commit unless she means it with her whole heart.”
“I’m sorry, darling. I’m yours, I’m here, and I’m not leaving. I came back from the dead—for you.”
I’ve got faith that life is gonna be good for us. Life gave me you. I dreamed of you before I even met you.”
mine. You have to know that I bought it just for you. We’re gonna make it
“We’re gonna make some beautiful magic, darling.”
