Page 23 of Trouble for Hire
“Yeah, I do.”
Tears stung her eyes, and she threw herself at him, flinging her arms around his neck. Rising on tiptoe, she crushed her mouth to his, delighting in his taste again. In being able to hold him again.
In finally loving him out loud.
Over his shoulder, she caught cell phones aimed in their direction and even caught the click of a camera. Sighing, she sank against him.
“We’re creating a spectacle. This will probably end up on some blog or site by this evening.”
He squeezed her, then cupped the back of her neck and tilted her head back.
“I don’t care. As long as they get my good side—which is all you.”
Joy took flight in her and she laughed. And laughed.
This was happiness. This was belonging. And she was never giving it up.
“I love you,” she said, brushing another kiss along his jaw, his mouth.
Cradling her face in his hands, he pressed his forehead to hers.
“Thank you for being my second chance.”
