“I want to marry you. Again. As soon as possible.” The look he gave her did strange things to her insides.
She felt excitement and a sharp twist of desire, but most of all she felt love. “I want that, too.”
“This time it’s not going to be Vegas.”
“I don’t care where it is, as long as you’re there.” She kissed him, happiness overflowing in generous waves. “But please don’t tell me you’re thinking of the Plaza in June. Because I might have to hurt you.”
“I was thinking beach wedding. Lobster bake. Dancing in the moonlight. Matilda will probably spill champagne, and you probably won’t wear shoes. How does that sound?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I think that sounds perfect.”
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