Page 122 of Trapped

“Ready to go, Mrs. Costa?”

I smiled at him, my heart full. I climbed into the car, and this time, the dress cooperated. Santino got in beside me and kissed my cheek.

As we drove away, the cityscape of Boston passed by in a blur. I leaned back, feeling the gentle pull of the car as it sped toward our future. Santino’s hand never left mine, his thumb tracing my wedding band.

“Do you remember the second time we met?” I asked, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

“You were the hottest runaway bride I’d ever seen.”

I laughed softly. “Now, I’m all yours.”

He pulled me into his arms, kissing me. Leaning in, I stuck my hand into his moussed hair. When I parted my mouth, he groaned and kissed me. He cupped the nape of my neck, his body crowding mine. A surge of warmth spread through me, electrifying every nerve. Each kiss was a promise that he’d never let me go.

When I ran that day, I wasn’t just escaping. I was running toward the man who’d become my true home.

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