Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
She smiles. “Is that a yes?”
“That’s an abso-fucking-lutely.” I kiss her softly as I take her face in my hands. Our lips linger over each other’s as we bask in the moment.
“Oh . . . just a minute.” I get up as I remember something. “Stay there.”
“What?” She frowns as she stays kneeling.
I take the stairs two at a time and run into the spare room and reach under the bed. I feel and feel . . . Where is the fucking thing?
Got it.
I run back downstairs and open the ring box. Her yellow diamond rings sits proudly on display.
“Oh,” she gasps. “You told me you returned this.”
I take her hand and slide it onto her finger. “I never gave up on my dream of marrying you.”
Her eyes well with tears. “I love you, Blake Grayson.”
“I can tell by the marry-me lasagna.” I smile against her lips.
“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right?”
I chuckle. “We’re a match made in heaven already.”
Rebecca
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The priest smiles. “You may kiss your bride.”
Blake takes my face in his hands and kisses me as our friends and family all cheer.
We did it.
Husband and wife. We made it.
He takes my hand, and we make our way out of the church as everyone throws confetti.
We laugh and smile, take photos and bask in the glory.
We made it.
“Speech,” everyone calls.
Blake holds his hands up and stands, and I smile as I look up at him.
We had a traditional wedding, and now we’re at the reception. He looks so handsome in his black dinner suit.
This is the happiest I’ve ever seen him.
He picks up the microphone. “Hello.” He gives a sexy smile to the crowd, and everyone laughs, unsure what to expect.
This man is so exuberant.
“Hello,” he says loudly.
“Hello,” everyone calls back.
He looks out over the beautiful event room at our closest friends and family. “Thank you for coming today. It means a lot to us to have such beautiful people in our lives.”
I smile up at him as I listen.
“Now . . . many of you are here because you think I fell in love with Rebecca Dalton.”
“Aren’t you?” Henley mutters, and Antony chuckles.
“But that’s not actually how it happened.”
I frown, and the crowd laughs out loud.
Oh hell . . .
What is he going to say?
I smile nervously as everyone laughs hysterically. I never know what’s going to come out of Blake’s mouth at any given time.
“You see, the word falling indicates that it was an accident.” His eyes find mine. “I didn’t accidentally fall in love with Rebecca. I knew the sound of her heartbeat, craved the feel of her touch.” He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “I purposefully walked into love with open arms, an open heart, and a dream to make her mine.”
The crowd swoons.
“Praying to god that one day, she would hopefully learn to love me back.”
His silhouette blurs.
“We didn’t take it the easy way.” His eyebrows flick up as if he’s unimpressed.
Everyone laughs again.
“But I wouldn’t change a thing, because it brought us to where we are today.” He bends and kisses me softly. “Even though she’s a giant crybaby.”
Everyone breaks into laughter again as I chuckle through my tears and swat him away.
He’s completely right.
“So, I would like to propose a toast to my beautiful wife, Rebecca Grayson.” The crowd cheers once more. “I love you, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you happy.” He raises his glass in the air. “To my Rebecca.”
“To your Rebecca,” the crowd cheers.
Paris
The final destination of our wonderful six-week honeymoon around Europe.
We’ve been to the most beautiful places and seen the most incredible things. Tomorrow we fly home, and I start work on Monday.
We are at the Eiffel Tower, ambling along the promenade and eating ice cream.
Blake digs his phone out of his pocket and frowns when he looks at the screen. “Why is Antony awake and calling me at this time?”
I shrug. “Probably can’t sleep.”
“Hey,” he answers. His face falls, and he stops on the spot. “Calm down. I can’t understand you.”
What’s happened?
“What?” His eyes widen before he closes them and drags his hand through his hair. “Oh my god.”
“What?” I mouth. “What happened?”
“I’m so sorry,” he says as his eyes cloud over. “Yeah.” He listens. “Okay.” He closes his eyes. “Okay, when do you go?” He listens again. “Hang on.”
He covers the phone with his hand. “Antony’s brother and his wife have been killed in a car accident in Thailand while on vacation.”
“Oh no,” I whisper.
“Their three kids are with the hotel babysitters, and Ant has to go and collect them. He needs help.”
“Go meet him in Thailand. Of course,” I stammer.
He picks the phone back up. “Okay, I’ll be on the first flight. Text me the hotel.” He listens again. “Ant . . . it’s going to be okay.” He listens again. “I promise you, it’s going to be okay. I’ll see you and Henley soon.”