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“Now,” Dyllan said softly, taking a step toward her. “I know I need to show you you’re worth fighting for. We’re worth fighting for.”
“What about the job?” She watched as he stalked closer to her.
“I turned it down.”
She gasped. “So, you’re not going to Iraq?”
“Nope.” He took another step toward her.
“No other private security jobs?” Rooted to her spot, she couldn’t do anything but stare at him as he closed the distance between them.
“No other jobs. I submitted my nomination packet today to run for another term as mayor.” He stood in front of her but didn’t touch her.
The electricity between them licked at Skylar’s skin. She knew that as soon as he touched her, she’d be lost, and she wasn’t ready to let him off the hook just yet.
“So, what now?” Skylar whispered.
“Now, I’m hoping you’ll let me make this last week up to you.” His eyes welled up with unshed tears as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I am so sorry that I ever made you feel like I didn’t want to fight for you. In my own fucked up mind, I thought leaving was my way of fighting for your happiness.”
“Swearing even in your apology to me,” Skylar teased, feeling the water in her own eyes. Her Grumpy Bear was being brought to tears, and it tore her apart.
“That’ll never stop, babydoll. I hope that you’ll still love me. Four-letter words and all.”
“Oh, Dyllan, I never stopped loving you. But in the future, I need you to promise me that you’ll include me in the decision-making process and actually listen to me. You don’t have to agree with me, just listen to what I’m saying.”
“I promise, I’ll try my best,” Dyllan chuckled.
“I’ll accept that.” Skylar trailed her finger up the front of his shirt, a sweet smile plastered on her face. “Piss me off again and remember I grew up listening to ‘Goodbye Earl.’”
Dyllan threw his head back and laughed, “Noted.”
Placing her hands on his chest, the thudding of his heart bounced off her palm. “I missed you, Grumpy Bear.”
“I missed you too, babydoll.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I know you didn’t get to finish your dinner, but I’m hoping you’ll indulge me in something.”
“What do you have in mind?”
He pulled away, grabbing the bag Zach wouldn’t let her look in. “Now, before you look in this bag, I want you to know that I still want you to do what makes you happy. If it’s the job in Vancouver, we will make it work.”
“No, there’s no job in Vancouver. Actually, right before you came, Zach and Brody asked me to handle all the wedding requests they get.”
“Smart of them.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m your wife.”
Dyllan wrapped his free hand around her waist and pulled her into him. “No, I’m saying that because I believe you are the most talented wedding planner I’ve seen. You put your heart and soul into those weddings, and they would be fucking idiots not to take advantage of that and hire you.”
Staring into his eyes she felt the conviction behind them, even if she didn’t believe in herself as much as he did.
“That being said, I’m also sorry that you didn’t get the wedding you should’ve had. You deserve so much better than the start we got, and I hope I can spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
She ran her hands along his chest, resting them on his shoulders, “You don’t have anything to make up to me, Dyllan. We both played a hand in how this marriage started.”
“While that may be true, I still feel bad.” His face softened as he made his admission.
Taking a step back, he let his arm drop from her waist as he handed her the bag. “Here.”
Looking between him and the bag, she took it from his hand, opening the top. Pulling out a small cardboard pink box, she held it in her hand as she placed the bag on the table. “Dyllan?”
