One is a Promise (Tangled Lies, #1)

by Pam Godwin

“Are you married?” “I will be.” Resting a leather-sleeved forearm on the gas tank, he leans in. “Does five o’clock tonight work for you?” I sip the coffee and hum. “Is that a proposal?” “It’s a foregone conclusion.” He rubs his jaw with a gloved hand. “I always wondered what you would look like.” “You wondered what I would look like?” “My forever.”

“The size of your bank account doesn’t make you classy,” I say. “It’s the dignity you carry yourself with and the respect you show to others.

Because love doesn’t end with death. It doesn’t shrivel and disintegrate with the ashes. It hovers, follows, haunts the living.

Love isn’t a choice. Nor is life. We connect, or we don’t connect. We live, and we die. There is no forever. The real fight is in making the best of it, making a difference, and appreciating the small glimmers of happiness.

Oh my God. “You’re so damn cheesy.” “Cheddar is cheesy. I’m sentimental.”

Love means different things for different people. For me, love is when his happiness is vital to my own.

“Infinity is a long time.” “It’s not the length of time.” He slides the ring on my finger. “But the depth.”

“My favorite scent is your skin.” Lifting my arm, he trails his nose across my wrist. I love being pressed against his body. I want him soldered to me from lips to feet. “My favorite place is your arms.” His eyes flare as he rocks forward. I rock back on the diagonal. “My favorite song is your laughter.” He twirls me across the dance floor, his steps as steady as his eye contact. I slide up against his chest and aggressively grip the back of his neck. “My favorite emotion is your scowl.”