Page 37 of If The Shoe Fits

His head lowered, so that he could kiss her forehead. "We were two that night. It's my condom that broke, sweetheart. You have nothing to apologize for."

"I do! I wasn't on the pill. I didn't…I messed up. I'm sorry."

"I'm not." He wasn't. Not even a little bit.

He couldn't explain it, but he hadn't felt one iota of fear since the moment he'd seen that broken condom. Cade wasn't sure of much, but he'd been certain of one thing since the moment they'd first crossed paths.

Him and her? They were right together. They felt right.

He lifted her chin so that she met his gaze, and could read his eyes. "Not even a little bit," he whispered.

And he took her lips again.

So very soft, and full, and perfect.

And his.

There was only one thing left to say. "Marry me, Helene. Let me worry about everything else."

“You’re insane.”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“You can’t want to marry me. You don’t know me.”

“I know enough.”

“I…we…”

“We’re making a child. A child I want. With a woman I want in my life. Let’s all be crazy together.”

Her head shook against his shoulder. Dammit.

“Ask me later.”

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