Page 189 of The Broken Note

Dutch called me his drug.

But I think he’s mine.

My desire.

My need.

My obsession.

His fingers roam lower and I think he’s going to unbutton my jeans but, instead, he palms my stomach and pushes slightly.

My mouth disconnects from his and I groan in frustration at the distance.

“Marry me,” he growls. “Be my wife, Cadey.”

I don’t think in that moment. I just feel and let it sit.

My choice.

What doIwant?

And Dutch waits.

For several seconds, we stand there, staring at each other.

I tilt my head up. “Yes.”

CHAPTERFORTY-EIGHT

DUTCH

I adjust my black suit jacket and run my fingers through my hair. Throwing the door open, I step out of the boutique’s changing room and throw my arms wide so my brothers can inspect me.

“Where’s the bow tie?” Finn asks, slouched in the corner of the pristine white sofa.

“I’m not a bow tie kind of guy.”

Zane rolls his eyes.

Finn scolds me, “Cadence chose this suit for you. You should wear it the right way.”

“I hate tuxedos.”

“It’s a suit, not a tuxedo. And without the bow tie, you look like you’re a drunk eloping in Vegas, not New York,” Zane says.

I glance through the windows, admiring the New York skyline. “It’s almost the same thing.”

I preferred Vegas actually. There, we could have gotten married on the same day. Here in New York, we had to wait twenty-four hours after receiving the license.

It worked out though. My brothers were able to fly over and bring Vi with them. The moment Cadence saw her sister, they collided in a tangle of arms, hair and tears.

I really don’t understand women.

“This isn’t my only shot. I plan on getting married again,” I growl.

“You’re already thinking of divorce?” Finn raises both eyebrows.

“Divorce isn’t in my vocabulary.” I adjust my cuffs. “Cadey is never getting rid of me. I meant I’m giving her the big, million-dollar wedding she deserves later on, when I’m sure dad won’t try to ruin it.”

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