Page 383 of Breaking the Rules

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She steps out of the shower and wraps herself in a raspberry towel.

I turn the water off.

She moves to the sink. Runs a comb through her hair. Washes her face. Turns back to me with that look. Thatwhy are you staring at me like thatlook.

"Sorry, baby, I can't help it."

"But what?"

"You're so Emma." And I'm so scared to do this. But I want it too badly to back out. "Do me a favor?"

"Sure."

I reach for a towel. Wrap it around my hips.

She pouts. "You could do me a favor and lose that."

"I'll think about it."

She shakes her head. "Less thinking. More doing."

I chuckle. She's perfect. She really is. "Put on some music for me. In the office."

"Yeah, sure." She looks at me funny—why are you telling me where the speakers are—but she still moves into the hallway.

Then the office.

Her gasp echoes through the space.

Then a squeal.

"Hunter!" She rushes into the hallway.

I meet her there.

She holds up the tiny box.

Points to the key sitting on the white stuffing.

Her fingers wrap around my wrist. She pulls me into the office.

Sits on the new desk.

The clean white one.

Bare except for a single design—the one we share.

"You… you… you want me to move in?" Her eyes bore into mine. She's wearing this perfect mix of confidence and vulnerability.

It's pure Emma.

"More than anything," I say.

"Really?"

"Really."

She wraps her arms around me. "Of course." She pulls my body into hers. Looks up at me. Kisses me.

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