Page 156 of Wildest Dreams

“I’m sassy and stubborn and can be completely insensible,” she continued.

“Thank fuck for that. I’d get bored after a minute if you were anyone else.”

“I come with a kid.”

“I have enough space in my apartment.” Pause. “And my heart.”

“I also come with baggage.”

“Never been a light traveler myself.”

“I want to live on a farm.”

“I can afford places both in the city and on the outskirts.”

She was running out of warnings, and I was running out of patience. I wanted in her pants. I wanted to take her back to my place and worship at her body’s altar.

“I’ll drive you crazy,” she hedged.

“I’m already mad about you.”

“You don’t want kids. I might change my mind,” she pointed out.

“No, no. I changed my mind. I love kids. Want a ton of them. Like, maybe four or…six.”

“What if I don’t want another kid?”

“Then we’d travel the world and enjoy our independence.”

“What if I want four more?”

“Then we’d travel the world after hiring a harem of trustworthy nannies and bring them with us.”

She swatted my chest, which was rumbling with barely contained laughter.

Silence.

“Is that all?” I asked.

“No. There is one more thing.”

“What is that?” I drawled.

“I love you back.”

That confession resulted in another R-rated kiss.

“What I feel for you is far greater than love and eons more dangerous.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “I want everything you have to give, Dylan, and I am an only child. Not good at sharing. You’re going to have your hands full.”

“My hands are capable.” She gave me a peck on the lips. “My mouth too.”

I bit my fist in response, going down on one knee and taking out the engagement ring she gave me back before she left for Maine. “Dylan, baby, this ring was meant for you. It was always yours, from the moment I saw it at the jewelry store. It was way out of my budget at the time, but I still knew it couldn’t be anything else, because this screamed you.”

“It was my dream ring.” She let me slide the ring back onto her wedding finger.

“I know. I asked your mother for that board before I came back to New York. It’s in my trunk. I’m going to embarrass you for a few hours by dissecting every single thing about it.”

“Rhyland.”

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