Page 31 of My Special Ops Neighbor
"I love you too," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and marveling again at how perfectly they fit together. "Even when you're being disgustingly romantic."
"Disgustingly romantic is my specialty."
"Along with tactical planning, weapons maintenance, and making me feel like the luckiest woman alive."
When Vincent kissed her this time, Yvette could taste the promise of their entire future. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world to love her, like she was the most precious thing he'd ever held.
As he lifted her from the counter, she wrapped her legs around his waist and let herself get lost in the sensation of being carried by this incredible man who'd changed her entire world. The art gallery could wait. The pharmaceutical CEO could wait. Everything could wait except this—the two of them, together, building the life they'd fought so hard to protect.
Vincent was carrying her toward the stairs, and Yvette's last coherent thought was that she'd finally found her perfect partner in every sense of the word. Someone who challenged her mind, protected her body, and loved her heart with unwavering devotion.
They'd started as neighbors who barely knew each other and become partners who could conquer the world.
Some Saturday mornings were just perfect that way.
