Page 104 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

I can’t even take Courtney’s advice about making him grovel more. Instead, my answer tumbles out, the words tripping over themselves. “Yes. I do. I mean, I will. Again!”

He looks down at me fondly. “For real this time and with no cameras. Only friends and family.”

I nod.

“As fancy as you like. The whole production. Big white dress and huge cake and enormous reception. Whatever you want.”

“Honeymoon in Paris?”

His arms pull me a little tighter and his cock twitches against my belly. “Mmm, Paris. Yes. Perfect. I have good memories of Paris.”

“So do I.” I’m leaning up on my toes, wishing he’d kiss me already, when his expression turns serious again.

“There is one more confession I should make before you find out from someone else.”

I swallow. “There is?”

“I didn’t want it to change your answer, because I think once you know, you’ll feel like you ought to say yes, and I wanted it to be what you wanted.”

I’m all giddy at the realization he’s being thoughtful, and I’m finally getting what I’ve wanted all along. “What is it?”

“I probably should have told you that technically minotaurs can have mates.”

“Mates?” I frown.

“Yeah. You see, not many do. Since we’re not very good at finding them. Seems like most of us are too stubborn to realize what’s actually going on and, uh... I’m no exception.”

“Oh, but does that mean you have a mate? Is that like werewolves? Fated mates and all that?”

He cups my face with a tender hand. “It is. And I do. It’s you, Justine. Can’t you see how desperately I need you? All this time I thought I was sick. That there was a problem with my heart. I couldn’t work out what the hell this feeling was.”

I stare at him. Is he saying—?

“It’s because I found my fated mate. I was just too thick headed to see it.”

I can’t help it. A laugh wriggles from me.

Ronan doesn’t even scowl. Instead, he smiles serenely. “I’m just lucky I didn’t ruin everything and lose you forever. Now, please say I can kiss you. I’ve been thinking about it it ever since I saw you.”

My hands grip his shirt as I lift onto my toes, “I was beginning to think I’d have to ask.”

He lowers his head until our mouths are almost touching. “You can ask, gorgeous. You can ask me for anything. It’s my duty to give it to you.”

“Ronan?”

“Mmm?”

“Kiss me, please.”

And he does.

FORTY THREE

Justine

“Maybe it’s worth waiting until September when the weather won’t be quite so hot,” I say into my phone, clicking back to the pictures of the spring weddings at Applegrove Chapel.

“Oh, my love, are you sure? I’m not sure I can wait that long myself.” I smile to myself at the pang of longing in Dora’s voice. Seems like she’s been waiting for Ronan to get married longer than anyone.

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