Page 102 of Billionaire Unforgettable: Tanner

I yawned, longing for my bed.

That exhaustion had been happening a lot for me lately. That was probably another thing I’d rationalized, telling myself that it was too many late nights burning up the sheets with Tanner.

Right now, all I wanted to do was sleep.

I wasn’t sure I was emotionally ready to spring the news on Tanner tonight, and it was going to be a long day for him.

It was Friday, and we had all day tomorrow.

Hannah:Just get some sleep, Tanner. We’ll talk tomorrow. I think I’d like to get to sleep early. I’ll come over for lunch.

I sent the message and then realized that I hadn’t said anything to let Tanner know that I wasn’t upset about this afternoon.

Hannah:P.S. If you had waited for my shock to wear off, I would have told you that I’d marry you tomorrow if that wasn’t too soon.

He didn’t answer, which didn’t surprise me.

It had been a while since he’d texted, and his meeting was about to start.

He probably didn’t expect me to answer until I closed the office.

I put my phone into my purse, deciding to leave a little early since I didn’t have anything urgent to attend to at the moment.

Reese shooed me out the door as soon as she saw me yawn, informing me before I left that I had a doctor’s appointment on Monday.

I went back to my apartment, forced myself to eat something because I was eating for my baby, too, and went straight to bed.

Tanner

It was after seven by the time I left my offices.

I went straight home, grabbed a few things from my house, and headed directly to Hannah’s apartment.

I was elated when I saw her text message, but she hadn’t answered any of the messages I’d sent after the meeting, and she wasn’t answering her phone.

Yeah, maybe she had wanted to get to bed early, but she’d never gone to bedthisearly.

I needed to check on her to make sure that she wasn’t sick.

The one and only time she’d told me she was going to stay home and go to bed early, she’d been sick with a stomach virus.

I hadn’t even known she was sick until the end of the following day.

That shit wasn’t happening again.

I’d had a key to her place for weeks, and I was going to use it.

If Hannah was sick, I was going to fucking be there this time to take care of her.

I thought about her message on the drive over to her apartment, and I wanted to kick myself for being such an idiot.

Hannah wants to marry me.

Hell, I’d take her to Vegas tomorrow and seal the deal, but Hannah deserved better than a hasty marriage at some Elvis chapel.

That was the only thing that would keep me from dragging her onto my jet and getting it done as quickly as possible.

Honestly, Hannah and I rarely had disagreements or misunderstandings. But I supposed it was going to happen in the years ahead of us.

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