And Leo…just told me I’m going to marry him?
“Say it again,” I tell him.
“What part?”
“The part,” I hiss out a breath. “You know what part.”
Leo takes my hand in his. “You will marry me.”
He doesn’t ask it as a question, but I know it is. And for me, there’s only one answer.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“I wasn’t asking.” A smile tugs at his lips, even though his gaze remains serious. Fixed on me, completely on me. He leans over and brushes his lips softly against mine.
“I love you, little wolf,” he says.
“I love you too.”
“Oh, and I also desperately need you to be my executive assistant again,” he says. “Luca is beyond help and it’s literally ruining my life.”
That makes me laugh, and oh my god, it hurts.
“I think we can arrange something,” I tell him. “Just give me a little while to recover from nearly dying, okay?”
“Take all the time you need.”
And then the man I love kisses me again, still so very gently. Anything less than gentle for the future wife of Leo Russo will have wait.
At least for a little while.
But that’s okay, because we have forever.
THE END (FOR NOW)