Page 89 of Very Special Forces

"Yes, Iam." He kissed the top of my head and tightened his grip aroundme.

Isighed. I really was lucky, we both were. We loved each other. Wewere kind and honest and we barely argued; and when we did, it wasrespectful and calm. We looked out for each other and I knewSolomon always had my best interests at heart. Our relationshipseemed to be the direct opposite of Julia and Bryce's.

"Why thesigh?" asked Solomon.

"Lifecouldn't be better."

"It canonly get better."

"I don'tneed it better than this. I have everything I want."

"I canthink of some more things I want."

Iwriggled so I could see his face properly instead of a wall ofchest. Not that I minded staring at his chest. "Likewhat?"

"Afamily. Maybe a dog."

Thefamily I knew about. The other thing was new. "You want adog?"

"It hasbeen a recent thought."

"Anything else?"

"Todecide where we're going to live post wedding."

"Ahh." Isnuggled down again. I knew that topic would come up again inconversation.

"We doneed to decide. Do we stay here or do we go back to the Chiltonhouse? Or do we sell them both and buy somewhere elseentirely?"

Iblinked. "Sell our homes?"

"Itmakes sense. We could buy somewhere together. Somewherenew."

"Oh."

"Youdon't like the idea?"

"No, Ido. I just hadn't thought about it before. I've always wanted tobuy this house. It's my dream house."

"It's asmall dream house," pointed out Solomon.

"Andyour house is perfect for us and we can grow into it," I continued."But you were shot there..." I trailed off.

Solomontook in a deep breath and blew it out again. "I know. It's not aproblem for me. I think we should do that counseling. We can getthrough it."

"Maritalcounseling?"

"Trauma.You mentioned therapy after your wild night in withLily."

Ithought about it. "Okay," I decided. "Let's get married, do thetherapy and then we can decide."

"Perfect," said Solomon. His cell phone on the nightstandbegan to ring. He leaned over and checked the screen, thenanswered. When he hung up, he said, "I have to go. My client thinkshis office is bugged and wants a full sweep. I think he's paranoidbut he's paying for it."

"Go," Isaid, giving him a playful push. Solomon didn't move aninch.

"Are youheading into the office?" he asked.

"Notthis morning. I'm going to hang out here and type up my report andthink about what to do next for my client."

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