Walk of Shame (Love Unexpectedly, #4)

by Lauren Layne

“What are you looking for?” I ask. “Garbage bags.” I blink. “Can’t take it anymore, huh? Going to off me and drag my body out of the building in a big black bag?” “Don’t be ridiculous, Georgiana.” There it is. “You’re small enough that I could just put your body down the trash chute. Far more practical.”

The real kicker was, Georgiana was far from brainless. Ridiculous, yes, but to his way of thinking, there were few markers more telling of intelligence than a quick wit and a sharp tongue, and Georgiana had both in spades.

He exhales. “I’m going to kill you.” I can’t help the laugh. “See, I don’t think so.” “Don’t you?” “Nope,” I say, sucking sugar off my thumb. “You don’t send flowers to someone you’re going to kill.” “Maybe they were for your funeral.” I beam up at him. “So are we doing this?” “Your funeral? God, I hope so.”

I can’t shake the sense that while maybe I don’t need someone to need me, I really, really wouldn’t mind spending time with someone who at least wants me.

How had this woman gone from being the aggravating menace of his early mornings to the center of everything?

I feel the breath knocked out of me, because there’s no more denying it, no more denying my heart. This is it for me. This is what I want, not just for as long as I can have it, but for always.

You’re not clinging to logic because it’s better, you’re clinging because it’s safer.

I realize why Andrew was stalling. It was so that he could slide a perfect solitaire on the fourth finger of my left hand in our apartment building’s lobby with Ramon and Charles and the rest of the staff waiting with mimosas. And in case you’re wondering… At five A.M. on the dot, I said yes to being Mrs. Andrew Mulroney, Esquire.