“Skip work? Are you crazy? I can’t do that. I’ve got nothing more important than taking my wife on our honeymoon, ten years after when I should have taken her.”
She let out a little giggle as he picked her up. Rather than lead her outside, he spread her out over his desk.
“What are you doing to me, Mr. Montgomery?” she asked.
“Whatever I want, wife of mine. I love you more than anything in the world, and you know I’m never going to let you go.”
“Good, because I’m exactly where I want to be.”
He had found his reason for existing, and he wasn’t going to lose it, not again. There was no way he’d fuck this up. For the next fifty-plus years, Rachel would be his, and he would cherish her always.