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He took a swig from his Hinano, which we had both come to love, and then shook his head as if he was unsure if he wanted to continue. I snuggled closer to him and set my hand on his thigh, rubbing it reassuringly.
“Whatever you want to tell me, you can. You can tell me anything, Wyatt.”
He reached up and skimmed my cheek with his thumb while the rest of his fingers dug into the hair around my ear.
“I think I’m in love with you.” He took a deep breath and looked away. “I know we’re married, and I know love usually comes first, but the truth is, I wasn’t sure about us. I wasn’t sure this was what I wanted, but now…” He stopped.
My heart felt swollen with his confession, bursting at the seams with the love I’d felt for him almost all of my life.
“But now?” I asked, needing to hear him say everything was going to be okay—begging him to choose me even if he didn’t know he was.
“Now I know you’re the one. I love you, Angel.”
I was so glad he called me Angel instead of Allison. It meant he was talking to me—about me. I was the one for him, and he was the one for me — no doubt about that.
I leaned in, kissing him softly before pulling away and cupping his cheeks with my hands. His stubble tickled my palms, making me smile even bigger.
“I love you, too, Wyatt. I think I always have.”
That night, we made love, and I marked my memory with every touch, every kiss, and every I love you because I knew in my heart it was all going to be ripped away from me.
The plane ride home the next day was sad. Already, I was missing the feel of the magic in Bora Bora, and I wondered if everything would change once we returned home to Georgia.
A car picked us up from the airport, and we held hands to Wyatt’s house. I had never been in his place before. I had been to his parents’ house many times but never his.
When we pulled up, I was pleasantly surprised. It wasn’t a rich man’s mansion as I had pictured it. His parents’ place was an old Victorian that probably cost a fortune, but his place was much simpler.
It was two stories with a magnificent wraparound porch. Gorgeous magnolia trees flanked the front porch, and across the front of the porch were multiple flowering azalea bushes. Rocking chairs sat on the porch waiting for a sweet tea afternoon, and a windchime jingled as a light breeze moved over us.
It looked like something on the front of a Southern magazine, and I loved it as soon as I set eyes on it.
“Your home is beautiful. I love it.”
Instantly, I worried if I had said the wrong thing. Had Allison ever been to his home? But when I turned to find Wyatt looking at me, his gaze full of satisfaction and pride, I knew it was okay. Obviously, Allison had never gotten this far into his world.
“You mean our home is beautiful. This is your home now too, babe. It’s a bit of a bachelor pad inside, but you can do whatever you want to it.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose.
His words. The way he said our home caused a physical reaction. My body hummed with pleasure and joy. If he hadn’t already owned my heart, I would have handed it over to him at that moment.
I reached over to open the door and get out, but he stopped me.
“No. Wait.”
Confusion moved over me. “What? Are we going to sit out here all day and stare at the house? I want to see the inside.”
I couldn’t keep the excitement out of my voice. If the outside was that gorgeous, the inside had to match.
He laughed, shaking his head with amusement. “No, baby. But sit tight. Don’t move a muscle.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
I bit my lip, curious what his plans were.
With a big grin on his face, he climbed from the car and went to the front door of the house. He unlocked it before giving it a slight push to open it.
I stayed put until he walked to my side of the car. Watching him walk toward me sent a fresh wave of chills down my spine. The way his jeans fit his long legs. The way his shirt tightened over his wide shoulders when he moved. Everything about him sent a spark of pleasurable memories between my thighs. My cotton panties, which I knew he loved, were slowly growing damp.
Fresh Georgia air filled the back seat of the car when he opened my door. Then he reached in and slid his large hands beneath me, lifting me out of the car.
