The Tycoon
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And the company wasn’t what he wanted. I could see that now.
“Let’s go get married,” I said.
His brow wrinkled. “What are you talking about?”
“Let’s elope. Dallas courthouse. Just you and me.”
“You and me?” He said the words like he was savoring them. Like they were the most delicious words he’d ever said. “What about Sabrina?”
“We’ll still do the big wedding. The show. Only you and I will know the truth.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I’ve been waiting for you my whole life and I don’t want to wait another minute.”
“Oh, God,” he groaned, and he pulled me up into his arms. Holding me so close I could feel his breath. His heartbeat. “I love you so much, Veronica King.”
“That’s good,” I said. “Because I come with a ton of baggage. My sisters are a mess right now. I’ve got a company I don’t know how to run. We’re adopting two dachshunds and I have a brother who is a bit of a loose cannon.”
He brushed the hair back from my face and smiled down at me. “My life has been cold. And it’s been empty. And you, my sweet Ronnie, and your sisters and your dogs…really?” he asked. “Two?”
I held up two fingers.
“I’m in, Ronnie,” he breathed. “I’m so in. Let’s go get married.”