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To you.
Always to you.
"Don't tell me you forgot already?"
"No, I didn't."Rose shook her head then reached into her own pocket."Well, it's nothing in comparison to what you did.You always have to one-up me.Don't you, O'Brien?But…I got this."
My jaw dropped as Rose opened her fingers.Inside, in the very center of her palm, there sat a thick shiny band.
"You got this for me?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said bashfully."But you don't have to wear it if you don't want to.Like I said, it's sterling silver. Nothing compared to the stunningdiamondyou got me.So…"
I snatched it out of her hand before she could finish and shoved it on my finger.
"I love it," I said, speaking through a tight throat.
I was smiling hard, but I couldn't seem to contain the feeling surging through my veins.Happiness.Contentment.Damn, I didn't know, but it was a good one, the kind that makes your heart feel too big for your body.
"Thank you, Rose.I really love it."
Smiling, she slid a matching band onto her finger and shrugged."Guess we had the same idea."
"Great minds," I said back and held my arm out to her.Without hesitating, she looped hers through mine, and I nearly sighed."You ready for this, wife?"
Rose's throat worked on a swallow, then she grinned.
"Lead the way, husband."
Why did that word sound so good coming from her lips?
CHAPTER 8: Rose
I was screwed.
So screwed.
Wife.
Who knew one word, one syllable, could pack such a punch?
I mean, I guess I should've.I was a writer for goodness sakes.Words were my thing.I made a living off of them—not an amazingly stable or lucrative one, but still.And there was always love.Love was the most powerful word, feeling, phenomenon of them all.Love could move mountains.Love made the world go round.Love was what held the sun, moon, and stars in the sky.
I knew all that.
Believed it, one hundred percent.
But I swear, on everything I was or ever had been, being calledwifeby the man you love could make a person lose their freaking mind.
I was losing mine.
I felt my senses fraying more and more every time Finn uttered the word.
He did it now, turning to me, gazing as if I was the only person in the room.
"So wife," Finn said in a voice that made my knees weak, "how you want to play this?"
Ignoring the warmth in my chest, I nodded to the woman greeting people at the entrance of the ballroom."That's Portia, the host of the podcast where I became a liar.A dirty, rotten impostor.A romance writer turned con artist."
