Marco drew back. He looked into Emily’s eyes and thought what a miracle it was that he had found everything a man could ever need or want in this one amazing woman.
“You are capable of being whatever you wish to be, Emilia mia.”
She knew that he meant it. And, for the first time in her life, she knew that it was true. She was who she was, Emily Madison Wilde Santini, and life held endless possibilities.
And one great, sustaining truth.
“Yes, sweetheart,” she said softly, “but most of all, what I want to be is your wife.”
Marco’s eyes darkened as he swept her up into his arms.
“That is a very good thing,” he said, “because what I want, most of all, is to be your husband.”
And as the snow fell over the city and turned it into a place of magic and wonder, the man who had never needed anyone carried his bride to their bedroom to begin their new life.
Together.
THE END