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Those words tank my high as reality creeps in. I’m on empty, without a gas station in sight. “Should I worry?”

“Why would you worry?”

“What if he steals you away from me?”

Tally giggles, burrowing her face in my chest. “Not a chance. I don’t date doctors, remember?”

I run my fingers through her hair, my heart racing. “What if you meet the perfect man, and he happens to be a doctor?”

She props her chin on my chest, offering me a smile. “That won’t happen. I’ve already met the perfect man. You.”

“You mean that, Darlin?”

“I do. I love you, Owen.”

With a deep breath, I fling open the door to my soul. “Move in with me. I know that it’s fast, but I don’t care. I know what I want. I want you. I want us.”

Tally’s eyes widen like saucers, and I’m not sure if I should keep going or start backpedaling.

“I’m not saying we have to get married right away, although I want marriage and kids and the whole white picket fence scenario. But I don’t want to wait six months or a year to move forward with you. I already know. I knew it the second I laid eyes on you.”

Her jaw slackens, but she has yet to utter a single word.

“Can you say something, please?”

With an excited squeal, my tiny vixen flings her arms around my neck and presses her lips against mine.

I roll on top of her, never breaking contact with that delicious mouth. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, to all of it. In whatever order it comes.”

My Tally is always beautiful. But at that moment, she radiates an ethereal glow.

My initial plan was to spill the truth about my occupation after I spilled my heart. But, as I look down at her, joy emanating from her entire being, I can’t do it. I can’t douse that happiness.

Call me a bastard, but I’m basking in the glow from our love. I only pray that come tomorrow morning, it will be enough.

8

Tally

There’s only one downside about being in love. It usurps your soul, making it impossible to think of anything else.

I’ve been walking around like a lovesick fool since the day I met Owen, but after last night, I’m on cloud nine.

“Lu, you got a minute?” Stefani joins me at the coffee counter, giving me a gentle nudge.

“He loves me,” I mumble, my gaze on the creamer as I mix my coffee.

“What?”

I snap from my reverie with a guilty smile. “Sorry. Actually, I’m not sorry. Owen asked me to move in with him last night, after he told me he was in love with me.”

Note to self, have your friend sit before you drop a bombshell. I swear, Stefani staggers for a moment before regaining her composure. “You’re moving in with Owen? Are you getting married, too?”

“Not yet.”

She grabs my arms, giving them a squeeze. “Lu, this is amazing news. Wow.” She takes a step back, a radiant smile crossing her face. “How do you feel?”

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