Page 121 of Bound To Be Mine

“Even with all the complications?” I asked.

“Especially with all the complications.” She pulled back, her eyes shining. “Nothing will ever top having Briggs Blackwell serenade you in the middle of our reception. That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen. Our guests are still talking about it.”

“We’re going to be telling that story for years,” the groom added. “The day got off to such a rocky start, but that moment? That made everything worth it.”

“I’m so glad,” I said, meaning it. “Congratulations to both of you.”

After they left, Briggs slipped his arm around my waist. “See? You made their day.”

“You made their day,” I corrected. “I just kept things from completely falling apart.”

“You did a hell of a lot more than that.”

By the time we finally left the venue, it was nearly midnight. I was exhausted, my feet were destroyed, and I probably looked like I’d been through a war zone.

But I was happy. Deliriously, stupidly happy.

I followed Briggs back to my place in the rental car he’d picked up at the airport. I kicked off my heels the second we got inside and collapsed onto the couch with a groan of relief.

“I’m never wearing heels again,” I declared.

“That seems extreme.”

“I’m serious. Flip-flops for every occasion from now on. Weddings, funerals, court appearances. My toes will leave my feet if I try to put them in heels again. “

“That’d be a sight to see.” He laughed and sat down beside me, pulling my feet into his lap. Then, without a word, he started massaging them.

I nearly melted into the cushions. “Oh my God. That feels amazing.”

“You were on your feet all day. This is the least I can do.”

“If you keep doing that, I might actually marry you. For real this time.”

“We’re already married.”

“Then I might stay married to you.”

He grinned at me and kept rubbing.

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Iworked on her feet for another ten minutes before she was practically purring with contentment. Her eyes were half-closed, a blissful expression on her face.

“You’re really good at that,” she murmured.

“I’ve been told I have skilled hands.”

“Is that what you tell all the girls?”

“Just my wife.” I gave her foot one last squeeze before setting them gently on the couch. “Stay there. Don’t move.”

“Where are you going?”

“To make you dinner.”

“Briggs, it’s almost one in the morning. I can just grab something tomorrow.”