Page 98 of His Christmas Wife

The stunning oval diamond caught the light, refracting hope and possibilities.

“I want to dedicate my life to you, loving you, caring for you, making you happy.” His voice cracked, making her breath catch in her throat. “Kaylee Robbins, will you do me the ultimate honor and become my wife.”

She shook, burying her head in her hands as laughs and sobs simultaneously wracked her.

“Put me out of my misery, Kaylee,” he begged. “Please.”

“Say yes!” a bystander called out.

This was a dream come true, everything she wanted and had never dared dream possible.

“Yes,” she replied softly. “But we still need to talk.”

Her mother leaned in, laughing. “Make damn sure he deserves you.” With that, she wiped her eyes.

He slid the ring onto her finger, where it belonged.

As she looked at it, tears fell. It was perfect, meant to be. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this light or happy.

Spectators cheered and clapped.

After standing, Frost took her hand and pulled her to her feet, swinging her around, and then claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss once he set her back down.

As people returned to their own discussions, Julie sashayed to the table, carrying a bottle of pricey champagne—a choice he’d been told they didn’t carry—and three glasses. “Maybe you’re not such an asshole after all.” She hugged Kaylee and her mom, offered her congratulations, then disappeared again.

“You might as well join us,” her mother said. “Since it doesn’t seem we’ll be getting rid of you anytime soon.”

“Mom!”

Laura reached for Kaylee’s hand to look at the ring.

Thank goodness the food finally arrived to occupy the kids and allow the adults to talk. With an ease that surprised and disarmed her, Evan fielded her mother’s questions. Finally, once the meal was over, her mom’s forceful interrogation slowly turned into something resembling friendly conversation.

But she ended with a warning. “If you make my daughter unhappy, you’ll have me to deal with.”

“Understood, ma’am.”

When the server returned with the bill, he offered his credit card.

Scandalized, Kaylee gasped. “Mr. Fr—”

“Evan,” he corrected with a Dom-like scowl that threatened retribution. “And we’re family now. I’ve got this.”

“Thank you,” Laura said simply. “It’s appreciated.”

After he signed the receipt, he handed it to Kaylee so she could see the tip. “I trusted you!” she protested. Despite herself, his generosity impressed her.

“No you didn’t. And as my wife, you’ll have a right to know about the financial decisions I make.”

This was a lot, maybe too much to take in all at once.

He leaned forward to address the oldest of the kids. “Will you excuse me if I take Kaylee away from you?”

“I drove,” Kaylee protested. “I can meet you later.”

“No chance.”

She recognized the set of her future husband’s jaw.

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