Page 88 of Worth the Wait

“Is it your knee?” She bit the inside of her cheek, but the smile took ahold anyway. “Maybe you should hit the gym, get some personal training.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Keep teasing and you’re going to get some very personal training when we get home.”

“Is that any way to talk to your future wife?” she asked, wagging one finger at him.

“Absolutely.” Smiling his irresistible smile, he caught her hand, then slid the ring onto its new and permanent home. “My future wife likes it when I talk dirty to her.”

Her skin heated beneath his touch, the sparks racing to all the best points in her body. “That’s true, she does.” She shimmied off the counter to occupy the sliver of space in front of him. Gaze locked with his, she ran her fingers through his hair. “Your future wife likes it even more when you make good on all the dirty talk.”

“Then I’d better take her home and get started,” he said, rising to a stand. “I don’t want to waste a single minute.”

Playful teasing had always been a mainstay of their communication. This moment required more. Sam deserved more.

“You okay?” he asked, when she held her ground, rather than allow him to lead her to the door.

“There are no wasted minutes with you. I want to make sure you know that.”

“I do.” He brought her left hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, right above the engagement ring. “But it’s nice to hear you say it anyway.”

A hint? Maybe so. Either way, she’d say the words she should already have spoken. “Yes, I would love to be your wife.”

“Good thing.” He winked. “Because I already ordered the cake, and I’m pretty sure the deposit is nonrefundable.”

“Deposit? What deposit?”

“The one I’m going to make when I get you home, future Mrs. Jacobs.”

She wrapped her arms around him as he swept her off her feet. Something he’d been doing since the first time he walked into her bakery. Something she knew with her whole heart he’d be doing for the rest of their lives.

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