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Christian didn’t holler and cheer like everyone else, but the curve of his lips and the warmth in his eyes said more than words could. My heart ballooned in my chest. I love you, I mouthed. Those whiskey pools sparkled and danced beneath the dim lights. He didn’t need to say it for me to hear him. I love you too.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“Just a penny? I thought you were a billionaire.”
“A quarter then. Final offer,”
“Fine, I’ll take it, but my thoughts might be too sappy for you.”
“I’m thinking about our first trip here and how much I love this place. We’ve visited a lot of places together, but Italy…Italy will always be special.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Christian’s velvet murmur brushed my skin, along with an odd roughness I’d never heard before. “I couldn’t decide whether to do this in Hawaii o...
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Because before me, framed by pastel-covered hills and the golden hues of sunset, was a sight I’d never anticipated. Christian Harper on one knee, velvet box open in hand to reveal a dazzling diamond ring set with emeralds. Tears blurred my vision as I pressed a hand to my mouth. When he spoke again, the odd roughness was still there, but it was braided with so much love ...
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“You have a visitor.”
“Who…” My question cut off with a sharp inhale when I opened the door and saw who was standing inside. Dark suit. Whiskey eyes. And a bouquet of the most gorgeous roses I’d ever seen.
Even after three years of marriage, that smile never failed to make my heart flutter. “Morning, Butterfly.”
“What are you doing here?” I breathed. “I thought you were on a business trip.”
“Flew back early.” He gave a casual shrug. “I missed you.”
It was a good thing I was still holding on to the doorknob. Otherwise, I might have melted straight to the floor.
“It’s been five minutes, Mrs. Harper,” Christian drawled. “Are you going to make your husband wait even longer for a kiss?”
“You,” I said, “are unbelievable.”
“I can’t pass up the opportunity to visit my talented wife at her office,” he said when we finally broke apart. He wrapped his arms around my waist while I buried my face in his chest and breathed in the rich, familiar scent of him. It was the scent of love and comfort and safety. My favorite smell in the entire world. “Offices in SoHo. You’ve officially made it, Stella Alonso Harper.”
“Not years, sweetheart. Forever.” Christian tipped my chin up, and my heart tingled all over again. “But just in case, we should make the most of what we have.” A half gasp, half laugh poured from my throat when he swept the papers off my desk and set me on top of it.
“Christian,” I admonished with no fire. “That was a week’s worth of work!” “I’ll clean it up later,” he said lazily. “But in the meantime, I can think of some ways to make it up to you.” Then he knelt before me and spread my legs, and suddenly, work was the last thing on my mind.
“Daddy won!” Sofia insisted. “That’s right, little sunshine.”
I was convinced an imposter had swapped bodies with the normally ice-cold Alex the day he became a father. It didn’t make sense.
