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And she is, only her name is Greer Gray.

But my wife’s response knocks me askew. “She doesn’t know, Ryder.”

I pull back as the confusion sets in. “Why not?”

“You didn’t want anyone to know, remember? You wanted to keep it quiet, so I did. I never said a word to anyone.”

Holy shit, I’m such an asshole.

I roll onto my back, realizing how awful the last several weeks have been for Greer. Not only is she a newlywed taking care of a newly blind husband, she didn’t get any of the festivities most brides take for granted. No parties or cooing over gifts and rings. She still doesn’t have her engagement ring. Hell, she didn’t even feel she could tell her mother.

“Can you hand me my phone? Actually, dial Francine Juarez, please. She’s in my contacts.”

“Is everything okay?”

“It will be.” Sitting up, I fumble my way to the bedside chair as my publicist answers her phone.

“Ryder Gray, as I live and breathe. How the hell are you?”

“Still blind, but I hope that will change soon. I need a favor. Can you set up a press release for tomorrow?”

“Sure. What are we announcing?”

Even though all I can detect is Greer’s shadowy movement, I feel her dark eyes upon me. “My marriage. I want to tell the world about my wife.”

Surprised gasps fly from both Francine and Greer’s mouths—in stereo, no less.

“Congratulations. I’d heard the rumor, but it was never confirmed. I’m thrilled to help spread some happy news.”

“Call me in the morning with the details. Nice chatting with you.” I hang up the phone, making a beeline for my wife’s side.

“Why did you do that?” Under my hands, I feel Greer trembling, the emotion threatening to get the better of her.

“I should have done that weeks ago. I never should have kept our marriage quiet. Makes no sense, because I married the woman of my dreams, and I want the world to know.”

Her lips claim me, her tongue sliding against mine in a most sensual dance. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve been sure since I was ten. Go into the nightstand drawer and grab out my ring. It’s about damn time I started wearing it.”

Her throaty giggle warms my heart as she slides the heavy band over my knuckle. “Much better.”

I wind a hand into her hair as I nuzzle her neck, littering her skin with kisses. “Told you, you’re stuck with me, Greer Gray.”

“How about I make us a celebratory dinner tomorrow, like the one we had on our wedding night?”

“Anything else we have to celebrate?” Yes, I’m pressing. It’s about time my wife told me we’re expecting a baby.

“Maybe,” she whispers, her lips against mine. “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out.”

With a chuckle, I roll on top of her, the need to claim her body growing by the second. “What if I don’t want to wait?”

“Good things come to those who wait.”

“Better things come to those who don’t,” I reply as I bury myself deep in her body. “Of course, I can always stop, if I’m putting you out.”

Her only response? A purr escaping her mouth as I own every inch of her body.

After coaxing her over the edge several times, I collapse next to her, panting in her ear and pulling her flush against my frame. “You’re my life, Gigi. My only reason for being.”

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