Page 155 of Cold Case, Warm Hearts

He opened one of the lower kitchen cabinets and pulled out a sliding shelf. “To make it easier to get pots and pans.” He looked at her, waiting for a reaction.

“It’s nice.”

“Nice?” Apparently, that wasn’t the reaction he was looking for, but she felt too overwhelmed by everything to think about the house.

She took his hand, then took his other.

His eyes scrunched. “You don’t like it?”

“I like it,” she said. “It’s perfect.You’reperfect.”

“Ha. Hardly.”

“Perfect for me,” she said.

He squinted as he studied her. “I keep telling you that.”

“I love you, Garrett McCarthy.”

A smile spread across his face. “I love you, Aspen Kincaid.”

“And I just wanted to say… Yes.”

“Yes?” Confusion crossed his features, and then his eyes lit up. “Yes? Yes, as in?—?”

“Not soon. Maybe in the fall, which everybody keeps telling me is beautiful. After I’ve had a little more time?—”

Her words were cut off by his kiss, just the first of the kisses she’d get to enjoy every day for the rest of her life.

He lifted her and spun her around the new kitchen. “I told you I’d wear you down.”

She was laughing by the time he set her on her feet. She gazed up into the face she adored. “I never doubted you for a minute.”

THE END

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