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She laughs. “Impatient?”
Does she really have to ask? “Hell yeah.”
“I don’t have a job here.”
“Pfft. I’m not worried. You’ll find one.”
“That’s true.” Kristi sends me a chastening stare. “But I don’t have a ring.”
Is that her issue? “Yes, you do. It’s at my place.”
“You already bought it?”
“After I met you, I was really, really sure you were the one. I was going to finish this assignment and come after you until I wore you down and you said yes.”
“If you were anyone else, I’d think you were kidding.”
Thank god she knows better. “I’m not.”
Her smile widens. “How about next weekend?”
I scowl. Seven whole days? “How about tonight?”
She shakes her head. “Only you’re crazy enough to suggest that.”
“Are you crazy enough to accept?”
Kristi laughs, and I can’t wait to hear that sound every day. “Actually, I am.”
“Good.” I kiss her softly. “We should get started right away because fifty years probably won’t be enough.”
Series Epilogue
Dallas, Texas
June 12
11 p.m.
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Havana
* * *
“Having fun, baby girl?” my husband asks, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist as we stand backstage at the packed concert venue, watching Sophie Larsen, one of the biggest pop stars on the planet, sing her heart out for her screaming fans.
It’s a dream come true since I’m a fan myself…but I’m keenly aware of Ransom’s burning fingers pressing into my hip, holding me excruciatingly close—his silent communication that he aches to strip me down and sex me up. Despite really enjoying the show…I’m tempted.
Marrying Ransom Garrison three months ago was the most impulsive—and best—thing I ever did. We don’t care about the sideways, sometimes snide glances we get because of our age-gap. We’re beyond happy together.
Being related by marriage to the super-talented pop princess is a bonus. But Sophie is also an awesome person, friend, and sister-in-law. In fact, my husband’s whole family is amazing.
Life is almost perfect.
“Tons!” I shout in his ear to be heard over the music. “She’s so talented.”
“She really is.” Ransom turns to his grown son. “How’s this for a send-off, Ethan?”
