Page 270 of My Rules

This is the happiest I’ve ever seen him.

He picks up the microphone. “Hello.” He gives a sexy smile to the crowd, and everyone laughs, unsure what to expect.

This man is so exuberant.

“Hello,” he says loudly.

“Hello,” everyone calls back.

He looks out over the beautiful event room at our closest friends and family. “Thank you for coming today. It means a lot to us to have such beautiful people in our lives.”

I smile up at him as I listen.

“Now ... many of you are here because you think I fell in love with Rebecca Dalton.”

“Aren’t you?” Henley mutters, and Antony chuckles.

“But that’s not actually how it happened.”

I frown, and the crowd laughs out loud.

Oh hell . . .

What is he going to say?

I smile nervously as everyone laughs hysterically. I never know what’s going to come out of Blake’s mouth at any given time.

“You see, the word falling indicates that it was an accident.” His eyes find mine. “I didn’t accidentally fall in love with Rebecca. I knew the sound of her heartbeat, craved the feel of her touch.” He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “I purposefully walked into love with open arms, an open heart, and a dream to make her mine.”

The crowd swoons.

“Praying to god that one day, she would hopefully learn to love me back.”

His silhouette blurs.

“We didn’t take it the easy way.” His eyebrows flick up as if he’s unimpressed.

Everyone laughs again.

“But I wouldn’t change a thing, because it brought us to where we are today.” He bends and kisses me softly. “Even though she’s a giant crybaby.”

Everyone breaks into laughter again as I chuckle through my tears and swat him away.

He’s completely right.

“So, I would like to propose a toast to my beautiful wife, Rebecca Grayson.” The crowd cheers once more. “I love you, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you happy.” He raises his glass in the air. “To my Rebecca.”

“To your Rebecca,” the crowd cheers.

Paris

The final destination of our wonderful six-week honeymoon around Europe.

We’ve been to the most beautiful places and seen the most incredible things. Tomorrow we fly home, and I start work on Monday.

We are at the Eiffel Tower, ambling along the promenade and eating ice cream.

Blake digs his phone out of his pocket and frowns when he looks at the screen. “Why is Antony awake and calling me at this time?”

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