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But because she finally felt in control. Of her life, her future. It was all right there, hers for the taking. She just had to grab it.
Get to the getaway car!” “This is so exciting!” Teddy laughed. “I feel like I’m living in a Taylor Swift song!”
You moron! This would never happen in a Taylor Swift song!
“But you, Tansy Adams, have raised the bar.” And ruined Gemma for anyone else. For the rest of eternity.
She wanted, needed, Tansy to see herself the way she did.
Indulge my domestic fantasies, darling. I want to share a Costco card with you.
stab you in the back than shake your hand.
“I wouldn’t change a thing, because you? Gemma, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“You have forty-eight hours to get your shit out of the apartment.” Lucy’s jaw dropped. “Gemma—” “Forty-seven hours and fifty-nine fucking minutes,” Gemma amended, resolute.
“But I don’t want your money,” Tansy whispered. “I just want you.”
“You dodged a bullet. Trust me.”
What was the point of having all this money if it meant feeling like this? Like a part of her had been brutally ripped out, like a part was missing, a part she hadn’t even known existed until she didn’t have it anymore.
Money could do plenty, but she doubted it could buy her a new heart.
Tansy had fallen head over heels for Gemma, and the only thing she wanted was for Gemma to reciprocate.
All she wanted was Gemma.
“I love the way you make me feel and the way you make me believe anything is possible with perseverance. So, if this is as real for you as it is for me”—she lowered herself to her knees, both of them, because she didn’t trust herself to balance on one—“will you marry me?”
This wasn’t their first kiss, far from it, but it was their first kiss as wives. The first of many. The first of forever.
“No take backs,” Gemma whispered, a wicked gleam in her eye.
“Married for less than three hours and already a drag.” Teddy tutted, grinning. “Tell me, Tansy, how does it feel, having a ball and chain?”
expression that Tansy often saw when she caught Gemma staring at her—eyes full of awe and lips parted softly in a fond smile
“If I’m going to be something, you bet your absolutely biteable ass I’m going to be the best at it.”
Tansy had cross-stitched a portrait of her, Gemma, Mills, and Boon.
“You can call me whatever you want, as long as I get to call myself yours.”
