Page 53 of His Fake Wife

“Adam, say something, please.”

“I don’t mind a little insanity. I’ve always found your little bouts of temper sexy.”

I saw it then, the signature teasing glint in his eyes and relief flooded me. Throwing my arms around him, I sighed, “I’m sorry I ruined your surprise. It all sounds so amazing. You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known.”

“Don’t let anyone hear you say that. I have a rep to maintain.”

“Oh, shut up,” I giggled, holding him tightly.

To my disappointment, he pulled away.

“Nothing has been ruined.” He got down on one knee. “A romantic dinner was supposed to come before this part but, what the hell. Beth, will you marry me for real this time?”

“I don’t need any romantic dinner,” I sobbed, wiping away the pesky tears that trailed down my cheeks. I really hope I didn’t break down into tears over everything for the next six months. “Of course, I’ll marry you, for real.”

“Since this was supposed to happen a little later, I’m not fully prepared.” He stood up. “I should have a ring.”

I gazed down at the set I wore.

“I want to keep these. They’ve become special.”

I might have gotten them in a business arrangement but the rings represented the crazy journey of our relationship from tumultuous beginning to...love.

He laced his fingers with mine. “Anything you want.”

The night I’d married Adam...for the first time, I had been upset about not meeting a nice guy, being courted and falling into a loving relationship. As it turned out, I had gotten everything I had wanted after all. Things had just unfolded in a more interesting and dramatic manner. I was going to go on and build a life with the man I loved.

Thanks Dad.

It was like he’d given me one last gift before he left.

Adam grinned down at me. “What are you thinking?”

“That I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

I smiled back at him. I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried.

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