“Let’s get married, Dante. I want you to be my husband.” His eyes flashed, lightning through a dark sky. “Now, that sounds better than any curse or please from your lips. Say it again.” “Husband,” I teased. “Husband. Husband.” A growl moved through his throat, his hands spasming on my face before one slid down to palm my neck. “Andiamo, padre,” Dante ordered the priest without taking his gaze from mine. “I want to make this woman my wife.”
