Page 128 of Vengeful Secret

“I’m all right.” And I really am.

I think I’ll be all right from now on. As long as we have each other.

34

GRAY

Suttonand I go ring shopping the very next day, with security doubled around us and around the mansion.

Sutton’s wearing this little sundress that leaves little to the imagination, riding up her thick thighs, and I can barely think straight as we move around the jewelry store.

Sutton gasps. “That one’s so beautiful.”

I walk toward her, looking at the three-carat diamond, a princess cut. “You don’t want a bigger one?”

She gapes at me. “A bigger one? It’ll look like costume jewelry.”

I chuckle. “Okay,a ghrá. Whatever you want.”

Sutton looks to the cashier. “Can I see that one?”

“Of course.”

She slides it on her finger, and it doesn’t quite fit. “Do you have it in a seven?”

“Yes, miss.” The cashier leaves and comes back with a box. “Will you be looking at others?”

“No,” Sutton breathes, looking down at the wrong-sized ring on her hand. “This one is perfect.”

“We offer many payment plans?—”

I give the cashier my black credit card. “Just put it on this.”

“Yes, sir,” the cashier says happily, probably excited about the commission, and hurries off to run the card.

When she returns with the ring box, I pop it open and get down on one knee, right there in the store.

Sutton gasps, holding her hand over her mouth. “Gray.”

“Marry me.” I put the ring on her finger, and her laugh is musical.

“I don’t have a choice, huh?”

“You never had,” I growl, pulling her close and kissing her, and the applause of the people around us startles me slightly.

Sutton grins, her face flushed, as we head back to the car.

A month later,it’s our wedding day, and to my utter surprise, Sutton insisted we have it at the butterfly garden where everything went down.

Security is tight, with men at every entrance of the park and scattered around the grounds. Thomas is my best man, and he’s sobered up and moved on from his ex-girlfriend—for now.

“You’re freaking out,” he says, and I frown at him.

“I’m not freaking out.”

“Then why are your shoulders so stiff?”

“I’m just... at attention. You know Murphy is everywhere these days.”

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