He nodded. “I would be honored to do so, if I’m the right man for the part.”
The press then turned to Nicole. “Will you write such a story, Miss DeLancey?”
Reece hugged her close. “Yes, Mrs. Woodhouse, will you write me a love story worth dying for?”
Nicole beamed as she gazed into his eyes, her reply coming straight from her heart. “No, I won’t write you a love story, but I’ll live one with you.” She stood on her tiptoes, kissing the man who’d made all her wildest dreams come true.