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“Who wouldn’t? You’re a pain in the ass, you don’t stay down as a sub, you fight me just the way I like, and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be with. Apparently, my kid agrees. Not the sex shit. But about you.”

“We don’t need to get married,” I say. “It’s a big step. But there’s no way I’m sticking around unless you can say the words, Smith. I put myself out there. I risked rejection and felt it at the hospital and every day since.” My pulse hammers against my throat, voice shaky. “I deserve to feel cherished, and I know that’s not the guy you are, but it’s what I want. And I won’t settle, not even for?—”

“Calista.”

“Yes?”

The corners of his lips quirk upward, and he sinks to one knee.

Holy shit.

He’s just done the unthinkable.

“You had me hooked from the second I cornered you in Germany. I can’t even fucking have sex fantasies without thinking of how good you feel in my arms. I want to explore with you, go on jobs with you. Shit, I want to hit Whole Foods and see what you think makes a good meal. I want to introduce you to all the jazz joints in this crazy city, and I’m even intrigued by breaking pottery to glue back together with gold. I want to fight and make up with you and learn all the parts of you for the rest of my life. If that isn’t being in love, then love doesn’t fucking exist.”

He opens the box he’s holding, and in it’s a ring, an oval black diamond.

I don’t know where he got it from or when, but I love it. I almost swoon.

“Smith…”

“Marry me. Not because of any of that lame shit I said. Marry me because I’m crazy in love with you. I’d die for you, Calista. And I’ll live with you for the rest of my life, making you feel happy and cherished the way you deserve if you say yes. I love you, more than I can even begin to put into words.”

I choke on a gasp, then I drop to the floor too. I take his face in my hands and kiss him, long and slow and deep. “Yes. I want all that too. I want your forevers, your every days. I want it all. So yes. A million yesses.”

He kisses me again and whispers words of love against my lips.

In that moment, I’ve finally come home.

To him.

To love.

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Chapter One

Ava

Sweat beads on the back of my neck as I pace the length of my living room. I run my fingers over the top of the sofa, my fingertips sinking into the soft, supple leather. I grit my teeth, remembering the day we bought it.

Motherfucker.

I bring a hand to the back of my neck and swipe the perspiration away.

One phone call is all it would take to cancel this whole fucking thing.

I suck in a breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

It’s not too late to change my mind and forget any of this was supposed to happen.

My eyes drop to the Cartier watch on my wrist, the soft overhead light making the diamond-encrusted bezel glitter. Anger bubbles in my chest. High heels click on the polished marble tiles beneath my feet as I storm around the perimeter of the massive space. The sound of my shoes clicking and clacking echoes, reverberating between the walls and bouncing into the high cathedral ceiling.

I did what I was supposed to do. Got suckered into this whole fucking ruse because it was expected of me and I’m a laughing stock. A hot flush floods my cheeks and I ball my fingers into tight fists.

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