Page 43 of Too Good to be True

“If it doesn’t work, that means I failed at making you happy and don’t deserve the ring back.”

I don’t answer. I’m afraid. Afraid to believe that everything he said is true. Afraid to have the rug pulled from under me again.

“And if you don’t accept the ring as a promise, think of it as the contract binding our partnership.”

“What partnership?”

“I want you to come work with me, as an equal partner for Moore Weddings. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“I can’t. I don’t know the first thing about what it entails.”

“You can. I love how you accessorized the bridesmaid dresses with the scraps of the wedding dress. And this way, I get a more feminine point of view on things like flowers and chair dressings. The rest of it, we’ll learn together.”

Excitement bubbles in my chest. He wants me to do this with him. To work as partners and do this together. It’s a risk. I’d have to quit my job, and there would be a lot of travel. But it would be new and fresh and exciting.

“Do you mean it?” I ask cautiously. “Do you really want to do this?”

“I want you. Any way that I can have you. And if I have to wait, I will. I’ll wait as long as it takes to change your mind.”

“You don’t have to wait.” I throw my arms around his neck. “Yes, I’ll do it. Yes, I’ll accept your promise ring. Yes, I want to be partners with you!”

Tim kisses me quick on the lips. “I won’t let you down. I promise.” He leans in, and his tongue makes its way into my mouth as he climbs on top of me and pushes me down.

He wastes no time stripping my shirt off. It’s been so long since we were last together, since I last felt him inside of me. I lift my hips, making it easier for him to get my pants off.

“How do you want me?”

“Just like this. Naked and on your back.”

“You mean boring old missionary sex?”

“Being with you is never boring,” he says, kissing my neck as he pulls his pants down.

Epilogue

Tim sweeps me up intohis arms and carries me over the threshold. It doesn’t matter that it’s the entrance to a hotel suite. It’s our wedding night, and some traditions transcend location. Setting me on my feet, my devastatingly handsome husband looks at me with hunger evident in his eyes.

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