Page 88 of The Taste of Deceit

I kiss her hair. “I can’t wait to be your husband.”

She props herself up on my chest, her eyes dropping to the diamond sparkling on her finger.

“I can’t believe you’re actually going to be my husband.”

I laugh.

“Oh yeah?”

She pushes herself upright, crossing her legs on the bed. She’s completely naked and completely unbothered by it. Her red hair falls around her shoulders, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. She holds up her left hand, turning it so the diamond catches the light.

“I’m going to be Sarah Amato,” she says, grinning at the ring before looking back at me. “Doesn’t that sound crazy?”

I sit up against the headboard and pull her toward me until she’s straddling my lap.

“Not so crazy.”

She smiles so wide it makes me laugh. Then she leans forward and kisses my forehead, my left cheek, my right, my nose, and finally my lips.

She pulls back, laughing.

“Our kids are going to be so cute.”

I blink at her.

“Our kids?”

She nods.

“Obviously.” She holds up her left hand again, admiring the ring. “They’re going to have my red hair and your curls.”

I grin.

“You’ve already planned this out, huh?”

She shrugs, completely unapologetic.

“I’ve had, like, five whole minutes to think about it.”

I laugh, sliding my hands up her back.

“Five whole minutes.”

“Mhm.” She smiles at me, her eyes impossibly bright. “I plan fast.”

“I can see that.”

She leans in until our foreheads touch.

“I just...” Her smile softens. “I really can’t wait to build a life with you.”

“I can’t wait either, Baby Girl.”

“We’re going to have to have lots of sex,” she says.

I bark out a laugh.

“Is that right?”