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“Of course.”
Mom stepped forward and waved to Reid. “We’ll watch him for you.”
“Thank you.” Deacon nodded, grabbed my hand and led me out to his car.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see.”
I vibrated with excitement. It took everything in me not to climb into Deacon’s lap on the short ride and suck his bottom lip into my mouth like it was candy.
I satisfied myself with holding his hand instead.
“We’re here,” Deacon said, pulling up in front of a large split level in my parent’s neighborhood.
“What is it?”
“It’s ours.”
“Ours?” My eyebrows rose. “You bought a house? In the city? What about the island? Living alone, far away from anyone else was your dream.”
“You’re my dream.” He squeezed my hand.
Like a fool, I started crying again. “You’d really move here for me?”
“I’d do anything for you, Angel. I want you to be happy. I’d give my life to make you smile. Whatever you want, tell me and it’s yours. Just never leave my side again.”
“I won’t.” I shook my head.
He kissed my wrist. “We’re three minutes away from your parents’. And you can keep teaching at your school. Just…” he grinned, “if Humphries starts acting crazy, let me know.”
I snorted. “What will you do?”
“Remind him that you’re mine.” He took my chin and drew my face close until our foreheads touched. “And I’m yours. I’m all yours, Angel.”
I kissed him gently, then hungrily, making up for lost time. My fingers curved into his jacket and I clung to him, soaking in Deacon’s love and thanking God that I hadn’t let this man slip away.
My skin crackled with electricity.
My heart sang like Reid’s favorite maraca.
No matter what he’d done in his past, Deacon was a different person now. I’d spend my forever arguing with him, loving him, making love to him and growing old with him.
And it was the best gift I could ask for.
Epilogue
Angel
“Is that really what you want to do for our honeymoon, baby?” Deacon asked, staring at me from beneath the bill of a baseball cap.
“Your fiancé is offering to take you to Paris or Milan,” Mom interjected, staring at me from her perch in the ice cream parlor’s tall chairs. She looked young and breezy in a white kimono that was a sharp contrast to her dark skin.
Dad chuckled. His hair was starting to grow back and he looked more like his old self. “Let her have her way. It’ll save you in travelling costs, Deacon.”
“Money isn’t a problem here, Dad.”
I still couldn’t believe Deacon called my father ‘Dad’. My mom adored him and my dad called him every week to talk about basketball and investment funds. He was more a part of our family than I was.
