Page 104 of Ruthless Salvation

“You want to get married … on Saturday. This Saturday? Six days from now?”

“Yeah. I do.”

She stared some more. “Would I need to do anything to prove I’m no longer married to Damyon?”

“If the marriage had been recorded here in the States, you might have needed a death certificate, but that’s not the case. No one here is going to challenge us. And besides, that’s the legal side of things. I don’t give a fuck about the law. What matters to me is that you and I and the people around us know we’re married—that you’re mine, and I’m yours. Forever.”

She slowly nodded, her eyes lifting from the ring to me and back again. “Saturday. With Honey there?”

“With whoever you want there.”

“I don’t even know where there is.”

“Does it matter, if you and I are together?” I asked gently.

Her entire body softened, relaxing into me. “No, I guess it doesn’t.”

“So Saturday?”

A hesitant yet excited smile teased at her lips. “Saturday.”

“Thankfuck.” I rolled us in one swift motion, Stormy giggling with delight. “I love you, Stormy soon-to-be Byrne. To the depths of my fucking soul.”

“Love you more,” she whispered.

This time, our kiss transitioned into more. We moved with leisurely intent, relishing the feel of one another. Each touch was reverent. Every taste savored. I made love to the woman who’d brought meaning to my life.

She’d been in danger when we met, but I’d been the one in need of saving. I owed her everything. I’d been too full of anger and pain to even realize what I’d been missing. Storm changed all that. Her radiant sunshine made it impossible to hide in the dark. And once I’d had a taste of her warmth, there was no going back. She was it for me, and I’d happily spend every day of the rest of my life loving her the way she deserved to be loved.

“You just madethe biggest mistake of your life, Torin Byrne.” I grinned wickedly at my new husband as he guided us on the dance floor to Frankie Valli’s “Can’t Take My Eyes off You.” As far as first dance songs went, it was a popular choice, but the lyrics took on a whole other meaning for us. I loved a good inside joke.

“Well, I’m locked in now. We said I do, and the whole damn family was here to see it.”

“The mistake wasn’t marrying me, goober.”

“Damn straight,” he murmured, pulling me in tighter.

“Your mistake was showing me how well you can dance.”

Torin made an amused rumble deep in his chest. “The two things I do best in this life are fighting and fucking—both involve knowing how to move. What made you think I couldn’t dance?”

“You run a strip club, and not once have I ever seen you sway to the beat or even tap a foot.”

“Makes my job easier. People see a surly asshole watching them, they don’t try shit.”

“I suppose that’s true, but now thatIknow…” My lips curved into a devious, delighted smile. “We may have to explore this new hidden talent.”

His eyes narrowed but not enough to fully hide the mirth in those Caribbean depths. “Oh yeah? In what way?”

“Dance lessons,” I blurted excitedly.

“What for? You said yourself I already know how to move.”

“This would be to learn real dances like the tango and salsa dancing.”

“Sounds more like appetizers than dancing,” he teased.

I shot him a wry look before dropping my gaze shyly. “It may seem a little silly, but it’s something I’ve always thought would be so fun to do. You don’t have to, though.”

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