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He chuckled, his deep raspy post-sex voice elicited gooseflesh on her arms. “Don’t grow up too much; I love you the way you are.”
“I just mean I can think about Carleene and not want to smash something now. My mother too.”
His smile was perfect and loving and real. “I’m glad you’ve gotten there,amore mio. Neither of them deserve any of your energy.”
“You’re right.” She bit into an apple slice. “So, I think I’m finally ready to go and say goodbye to her.”
His perfectly sexy brows rose into his hair. “To your mother?”
“Yep. The nurses said she can hear and understand. For some reason, I don’t want her to die without me saying goodbye. It won’t be a sweet, I love you, goodbye. But, I’ll tell her I forgive her for her selfishness, but not for all she forced me to live through. She’ll need to work on that in heaven or hell, whichever direction she goes. I don’t need to do it for her; I need to do it for me. Something tells me if I don’t have that last chance to say this to her, I won’t be able to move on.”
He leaned forward and kissed her lips. His soft, full lips covered hers perfectly. “I think you are growing up.”
He reached back to grab the wine bottle, poured her glass first, then emptied the remaining wine into his glass. He set it on the table, moved around something on the side of the table and turned to face her.
“You know I’ve loved you my whole life. I’ll love you for the rest of it. We’ve lived through and endured so much more than two people should ever have to live through. You more than me. But, we’ve been given a second chance, and I want us to take it all the way. Kiera, will you marry me?”
He held a beautiful diamond ring before her, the sparkling so vibrant and bright until her tears blurred them away. She swiped at her eyes and looked into his. Sincere and loving is what she saw in them.
“Yes.” It was almost a whisper but sounded like a sob. Either way, it was yes and always would be.
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She was a vision in her white dress. Her slender hips wrapped in silk and crystals. Her breasts hugged just the same, the sweetheart neckline an excellent choice for her. That had been the happiest day of his life, watching Kiera walk down the aisle toward him.
“What are you thinking about?”
He turned from the fireplace and the wedding portrait that hung above it. “Our wedding day. You were stunning,amore mio. You always are, but …” He turned toward the portrait again. “… that day, you became my wife. I’ll never forget a thing about that day.”
He sighed as he wrapped his arm around her. “Yeah. Me too. I’m glad I wore white. And you were so handsome in your tuxedo. My knight in shining armor. My life.”
He squeezed her, and her heart felt such peace.
“What’s on the agenda tonight?” He kissed the top of her head.
“Well, you’re going to Gray’s, and Sam and I are going to Lucky’s. It’s Stitch and Bitch night.”
“Oh God. Who’s driving?”
She giggled. “We’re taking an Uber. Can you believe it? I’ve never been in an Uber before.”
“No, you’re not going to get in an Uber. We don’t know who those people are. “I’ll drive you, and I’ll pick you up when you’re ready to come home.”
“David, you don’t have to do that.”
“I know,amore mio. I want to.”
Moving to pick up her new crochet bag, the one Lucky had given her with the logo she’d designed for it; she smiled, then she replied giggling, “You know, after Leesa has the baby, you’ll be a grandpa. Can you stay out past ten then?”
He stalked to her, a smile forming on his lips. “You just watch me. I’ll also still be making love to you every chance I get.”
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There were times like these when Joci wanted to burst out laughing; it felt so good. The wind in her face, running through her hair, the sun warming her skin, the roar all around her, seven hundred-plus pounds of pure unadulterated power between her legs—and she was controlling it all. Gliding through traffic with her son, Gunnar, just a few yards in front of her, feeling all the love and joy God made for her—just her. Yes, these were the times Joci enjoyed.
