Page 155 of Falling Overboard

“She said yes, but don’t come over here yet!” Hunter yelled back. “I’m going to kiss my fiancée senseless!”

“Gross!” Harlow called out.

“Fiancée,” I repeated. “I like the sound of that.”

“I’m going to like the sound of ‘wife’ even better,” he said, pulling me down so that he could kiss me into a mindless oblivion.

When we could breathe again, he said, “Did I tell you I already came up with a theme for our wedding?”

“You did?”

“Yep. It can be ‘We Tide the Knot,’ and it will all be nautical.”

“That makes me a little em-ocean-al,” I said, wondering how long he’d been planning this.

“Good, because obviously our vows will have to be made up of all kinds of puns. Like I’ll say I love you a yacht and will warship you all of my days.”

“Right. I’ll say I’m all a-boat loving you.”

He kissed me again. “I’m so lucky that you love me.”

I grinned at him, amazed that this was my life. That I would get to spend every day after this with him and his terrible puns. I loved him so, so much. And I was the Lucky one. “You’re anchorrigible, but there’s no one else I’d rudder be with.”

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