Page 131 of Ghost Note

I sucked in a sharp breath, the pinch of my heart making a jolt of electricity shoot down to the heat between my legs.The silence lingered, and while I paled, Danny’s smile only grew as he lowered his lips to mine and brushed them together, breathing me in.

“She loves me… she loves me not… she loves me… she loves me not—”

“She loves you,” I breathed out.

“She’s happy…. she’s happy not… she’s happy… she’s happy not.”

“She’s happy.”

His lips curled against mine. “She’ll marry me… she’ll marry me not… she’ll marry me… she’ll marry me not…”

“She’ll marry you.”

Danny’s smile faded, only to be replaced by desire and gratitude, before he closed his eyes and whispered, “She’ll marry me, too.”

A small laugh bubbled, and I tugged his waist closer to mine, desperate to inject him into my veins. “Yes,” I croaked.

“Hell, yes.” He beamed, right before I was swept off the ground and spun around in his arms, with the Paris skyline dancing away around us.

I didn’t need to spend another year or decade convincing myself of his love. I knew. Deep down, I knew. Time hadn’t erased or diluted anything between us. The tests we’d faced had only made that love grow. Our time apart hadn’t broken who we were as a couple. That time apart had been the very thing to show the both of us that the world had a lot to offer, sure, but nothing that could beat being in each other’s arms.

Foolish decisions are only foolish when they don’t work out, and the only certainty I had in life now was knowing that Danny and I were going to work out, no matter the obstacles and bad decisions put in our way.

The simple shop girl and the irresistible rock star.

I guess our bumpy story was always meant to come to this ending on a rooftop in Paris.

I definitely wasn’t going to argue with that.

Epilogue

Danny Silver

One Year Later

“And this one?” I asked, eyeing her from across the kitchen table as I hit play on the track of my Spotify playlist.

Daisy looked up at the ceiling with innocent blue eyes and a furrowed brow. Fourteen seconds passed before she clicked her fingers at me, and her face lit up with a smile. “Hotel California,The Eagles.”

“Well done.” I tipped my head.

“Give me another.”

“You don’t listen to the first few bars ofHotel Californiaand just turn it off, you maniac.”

“You do when your irresistible fiancée does this.” Daisy shuffled her vest-top down and squeezed her arms together to reveal a cleavage that instantly made the smile drop from my face, and the fella in my jeans wake up. “Another one, please, superstar.”

“Good God.” I swallowed, and my finger hit play on another track, while my eyes stayed lost in Daisy’s tits.

“Some Might Say,Oasis. Easy.”

She dropped her arms and let her vest rise back up, making me blink and shake my naughty thoughts away. Although, around Daisy, they were never really gone. I loved all her looks—she could make a potato sack look like high-end fashion—but my favourite was the one she wore while sitting opposite me in her little home. Her flannel jammie bottoms and her cute berry coloured vest top showed off all the perfect curves I couldn’t get enough of, while still reminding me of just how utterly fucking adorable this woman was.All while her platinum diamond engagement ring—picked in Paris the day after she agreed to spend forever with me—sparkled on her ring finger.

“Another?” she reminded me.

I looked up at her to see her brow raised at me. “Oh, erm. Sure.” I shook my head again and hit another song.

“Sweet Home Alabama,Lynard… argh, give me a second…” She slapped her hand on the table. “Lynard Skynard.”

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