Page 73 of New Year's Faye

"I love you," I whispered as his arm wrapped around my waist.

"Two!"

"I know." His forehead touched mine. "I have the statistical evidence to prove it."

"ONE!"

As fireworks burst overhead and the crowd erupted in cheers, I kissed my husband—planned and perfect and everything I never knew I needed.

Because sometimes the best forms of control...

Are knowing exactly when to let go.

"Happy Anniversary, my brown-eyed girl," Sam murmured against my lips.

And for once, I didn't need a PowerPoint to know exactly where this was going.

Though I had one prepared anyway.

Just in case.

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