Page 132 of Bad For A Weekend

“Oh my God. Shut up,” I say with a laugh. “I said yes.”

“What?”

“Yes. I’ll marry you. Of course I will.”

“Wait. Really?”

“Yes!” My eyes well with tears.

“But the ring.”

“As long as I have one, I don’t care what it looks like. And I’d be honored to wear your grandma’s ring.”

His face breaks out into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on the grump’s face. He pulls me into him, burying his face in my neck. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

“Was there even a doubt in your mind?”

He pulls back. “I just barely talked you into moving in with me.”

“That had nothing to do with the way I feel for you. Besides, we agreed to move slowly.”

“Asking you to marry me isn’t going slow.”

“We never were very good at that.”

“True.”

I grin, the reality of it all settling in. “You really want to marry me?”

“Baylor, I would’ve married you three years ago.”

“Me too.” I kiss him sweetly. “So, when will this marriage take place?”

“After we finish unpacking this house but before I knock you up.”

“You plan on knocking me up?”

“Gotta fill up those bedrooms with something. Might as well be with kids.” He shrugs, and I shove him.

“I can’t wait to have your babies.” I yawn.

“Why don’t we make plans for weddings and babies tomorrow?”

“Okay.” I rest my head on his chest, feeling happier than I’ve ever been before. “One more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Do you think we still would’ve ended up here if we never went to Tulum?”

He rolls us to the side, gripping my thigh to keep it perched on his hip. “I do. I think you and I were destined to end up like this, no matter how we fought it. We’re like a tornado. You’re the warm air and I’m the cold. When we met and started circling around each other, there was nothing we could do but hold on for the ride.”

“We’re a natural disaster?”

“There’s definitely nothing quiet and calm about us.”

“That’s true.”

“And I’d rather be a powerful storm than a tepid climate.”

I think about that. Would I be happy with a man who doesn’t piss me off as much as he makes me happy? Probably not. That’s part of the fun.

“Me too.”

It’s quiet for a while, and I listen as Owen’s breathing slows. I smile and reach over to the nightstand to flip off the light. Owen pulls me back to him the second it goes dark. He’ll keep me close all night; even if I get up to use the bathroom, I know he’ll be waiting to bring me back into his arms when I return.

Never again will I be scared. Not when I have this bear of a man to protect me. I kiss his neck and breathe him in. And all it took to get here was talking my bodyguard into being bad for a weekend.

THE END

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