Page 104 of The Billionaire Experience

“I love you.”

“I love you.” She leaned in for a kiss, but he pulled away.

“You didn’t answer me.”

She blinked at him. “You didn’t ask me anything.”

“Shit. I didn’t, did I? I knew I’d botch this. I should have hired a band or a skywriter or a?—”

She pressed her finger over his lips. “Ask.”

“Reagan, will you be my wife and the mother of my unborn child?”

“Yes. I will.”

He kissed her again, pushing her to her back on the couch. The same couch where they first kissed. Before she knew that her dream to live in this house would come true. Before she’d known that dream held within it an even bigger dream: loving and living as Brody’s wife as they built a family together.

A family like neither of them had known.

As he stripped off her T-shirt, she realized that he was right. Home was impermanent. But she was right too. Home was also a sanctuary, made more precious because nothing lasted forever.

Except for us, she decided. On that, she wouldn’t compromise.

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