Page 132 of Pucked Up and Married (Las Vegas Angels 4)

Later that night,after we talked to the kids and cleaned up the supper dishes, I retired to my designated bedroom.

The bed was comfortable—but lonely.

Still, I was under the same roof as Marianne. A month ago, I didn’t know if she’d ever speak to me again, let alone allow me to be in the same house as her.

So, I’d take the lonely bed and be grateful for it.

Maybe an hour after I’d laid down, I heard a light knock on the door.

“Come in.” The door opened slowly.

“Are you awake?” Marianne asked in a whispered voice.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” I sat up, hoping she was okay.

“I’m okay. Just lonely.”

I shut my eyes and let her words sink in. “Me, too, darlin’. Come keep me company.”

Unexpectedly, she lifted her nightgown over her head and let it drop to the floor.

I moved over to make room.

She crawled in beside me. “This does not mean we’re back together.”

Her warm, soft body snuggled up to mine. “Okay.”

“Wes?”

“I’m right here.”

“I want to move into that ranch with you, and wake up every morning in your arms. And I want to have the kids visit—and one day, God willing—grandkids.”

I wrapped my arms around her and felt tears in my eyes. “That sounds perfect.”

“But—I’m scared.”

I nodded and pulled her into me. “I’m scared too. I wish I could promise you a lifetime of smooth waters and sunny days. But you know I can never do that. All I can promise you is today.”

Her head nodded against my chest. “I know that.” Her body shook before I realized she was crying. “Wes?” Her voice cracked with emotion.

“Yes?” I felt my tears escape down my cheeks.

“I want every today you can give me.”

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