Page 40 of Own the Eights Gets Married
“Hey, guys, do you know what would be great?” she asked, making damn sure not to use the word epic.
“What?” the teens asked in unison.
Georgie glanced at her watch. “If Simon could walk you home, Talya. It’s about time for you to go.”
“Yeah, sure! I’d be happy to walk Talya home. That would be—” Simon said, but Georgie cut him off.
“Super terrific! You better hit the road,” she supplied.
The teens headed toward the front of the store, and she closed the door and met Jordan’s gaze.
“Can I say it?” he asked with a naughty glint in his eyes.
“Don’t you dare!” she warned.
Jordan dropped the folder and came out from behind the desk. He gathered her into his arms. “Georgie Jensen, you are totally epic.”
“OMG, you’re like totally epic, too,” she said as they dissolved into a bout of laughter.
She rested her head against his chest and listened to the beat of his heart.
“Hey, Miss Jensen?” he said, running his hand down her back.
She looked up, ready for another round of epic giggles, but found her fiancé with a serious expression.
“Yes, Mr. Marks?”
He stroked her cheek as his gaze grew tender. “I love you.”
This man.
She stared into his eyes—the eyes of her Marks Perfect Ten asshat turned her More than Just a Number fiancé. She could barely believe this man was going to be her husband.
“I love you, too,” she said, pushing up onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek when their phones chimed.
Jordan leaned in, and their lips hovered a breath apart.
“You know what’s not going to be epic?” he asked.
“What?” she said on a dreamy sigh.
He pulled back and kissed her forehead. “Being late to boot camp.”
“Do you think we’ll be okay?” she asked.
A wide grin stretched across his face. “Georgiana, boot camp might as well be my middle name.”
She nodded. She had to stop herself from putting the cart before the horse. But the needling in her chest was back—the little voice sounding the alarm that trouble was just beyond the horizon.
