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Now, she’s mine and I’m done holding back.
My fingers drift into her hair, and she picks up on my thoughts. Her hands curl around my neck. “Ford—”
“Spent years in the Marines, lived through hell and made it to the other side. Met my brothers who became my family. Never once did I feel my life was missing something. Learned I was wrong. You are what I was missing.
“You want to make my desires and dreams come true, baby?”
She nods ever so slightly, her eyes wide and glassy.
“Marry me.”
30
ROWAN
“She’s back,” Shelby sing-songs as I enter the salon. “And she’s glowing so bright I need glasses.”
“Stop being dramatic.” I duck behind the desk to hide my flush.
She’s not wrong. The little sun I soaked up settled nicely. And even though Ford and I acted like sex-starved animals, there was much more. We ate, drank, talked, slept—no distractions, no interruptions, no work. Nothing impeded us from being… us.
Except for maybe one thing—Marry me…
His expression as he spoke the words stopped my world.
It wasn’t a question; it was a declaration.
My state of shock wore off and my brain waged a war with itself.
Say yes!
It’s too soon.
This is Ford Whitman. Say fucking yes!
Then the ounce of sensibility reared from its Ford-sex-fogged state.
I told him it was too soon, we needed time.
Even to my ears, I wasn’t convincing.
He read through me and accepted my evasion easily. Too easily.
We went back to our bubble of bliss, blocking out the world.
A tinge of disappointment overshadowed my mood, but I forced through.
Ford is the love of my life, which is why I’m terrified to make a hasty decision. Even with things as amazing as they are, why rush? We haven’t had our first fight yet.
My analytical brain told me we needed more time.
Doesn’t mean that those two words haven’t been on replay in my head constantly.
“Sun and sex agree with you, boss!” Farah, another stylist, calls out, and I bang my head against the desk.
A cup of coffee is slid into my line of sight, and I grumble my thanks, cringing at the sly grin on Shayla’s face.
“Aren’t you early?”
