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One week later, life had actually become the dream Remy imagined for herself. Her shop was back open again and sales were climbing. And the best dream of all came true: She had Asher. She’d moved into his place the very night they’d taken Lars into custody.
And it felt good to be here. Damn good.
“There, you’re perfect,” Kinsley said, her minty breath brushing across Remy’s face as Kinsley applied makeup.
Remy opened her eyes, finding both Peyton and Kinsley smiling at her. Salem had found a place on her lap a half hour ago and clearly had no plans on leaving. “You know, the last time you were both in a bedroom with me,” she pointed out, “I was hiding under the blanket and refusing to leave.”
Kinsley laughed, reaching for the curling iron, then began to curl Remy’s hair. “I like you this way so much better.”
Peyton agreed with a nod. “I told you that everything would work out. Good things happen to good people.”
“Well, it’s nice to actually believe you,” Remy said, leaning away from the heat in the curling iron. Kinsley had a habit of forgetting how hot a curling iron was. And the last thing Remy wanted was a burn mark at her wedding.
Well, her real wedding.
A sudden knock on the door had them all glancing toward it. Asher peeked his head in and gave a soft smile. “Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but can I have a moment alone with the bride?”
“You should be sorry,” Kinsley snapped, holding the curling iron like it was a knife ready to gut Asher. “You’re not supposed to see the bride on the wedding day!”
Asher frowned. “Might I remind you that I woke up with the bride this morning.”
Remy smiled. He also gave the bride multiple orgasms.
Asher pushed the door open a little wider and then held up a dress bag. “I come with gifts. I won’t be long.”
Kinsley’s eyes widened and gleamed. “Okay, well, since that looks like it has a dress in it, and since I was the one unhappy that Remy was wearing a white summer dress instead of a proper wedding dress, I’ll forgive you.”
Peyton laughed. Kinsley might have been bummed about the dress, but Remy was just excited to start her life with Asher. She didn’t need the fancy wedding she’d dreamed of all those years ago. “Just let us know when you’re done,” she said to Asher. “We need to finish her hair.”
Asher gave a firm nod. “I’ll be quick. Promise.” He wore jeans and a gray T-shirt, and Remy couldn’t wait to see him in the suit he’d bought. Asher rarely dressed up, but the man could pull off a suit like a big-time CEO when he wanted to.
Asher waited for Peyton to leave and shut the door behind her before he turned back and smiled. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Remy studied the bag with a smile. “I like surprises.”
“I know you do.” He hung the bag on the long mirror on the wall, then gestured to it. “Well, your surprise is waiting for you to open.”
A short giggle burst from her chest as Remy jumped to her feet to place Salem on the bed and unzip it. Though the moment she got the dress free, she froze, sure she had to be seeing things wrong. She blinked. Twice. The dress didn’t change. The ivory bohemian wedding dress had delicate lace on the top, a flowy chiffon skirt, and a scallop open back. “How did you?” she barely managed, turning back to a grinning Asher, her voice all but a whisper.
“How did I buy you the wedding dress of your dreams?”
Speechless, she nodded.
His gaze filled with emotion, as did his voice. “I bought you this dress one week before my mother died. You didn’t know it then, but I had originally planned to propose to you on the day that we had Mom’s funeral.”
Remy moved to him immediately and pressed her hands against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her touch. “You never told me that.”
He placed his hands on top of hers. “I never told you a lot of things back then.”
God, this man! “You bought me my dream dress?” She couldn’t believe it.
“I remember when we walked by the shop and you showed me the dress. Your eyes lit up. The dress was meant to be yours.” He cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers. She melted into him. First there was love and then there was pain, and now there was something better. A happiness that had been fought for and earned.
When he broke the kiss, he kissed her nose. “I love you, Remy.”
“I love you too.” She smiled up at him, then turned back to the dress, running her fingers across the soft chiffon. “God, Asher,” she gasped, “I can’t believe you kept this all this time.”
“That’s not the only thing I kept.”
