Page 92 of Rough Ride

“Have you told them?”

She shook her head. “I wanted to tell you first.”

He smiled. “Go clean up. The girls and your father will freak out if they think you’ve been crying. Then we’ll tell them. Perfect day for it.”

“Yeah, it is. I love you, Eli St. John.”

He got that dreamy look in his eyes that he always did when she said those words. “And I love you, Crysta, love of my life.”

He leaned in for another kiss, which, of course, turned hot within seconds.

“Seriously?” her father said from the kitchen.

He knew exactly what was going on. They pulled apart with a laugh. “Let’s get out there so we take that bath you promised me.”

He helped her out of bed. Another kiss, this time on the nose so they didn’t lose control, and he left to help her father. With a smile, she went to get ready. Within a few minutes, she was walking out into the kitchen. Her heart was in this kitchen. Her girls, her father…and the man who would always own her body and soul.

She would never understand how she got so lucky. With her heart light and her soul filled with joy, she entered the bright kitchen, ready to take on the day—and the rest of her life.

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