Burned Hearts (Burned 3)
Go, team Bax!
Then I faced Dane. My dad placed my hand in my husband’s.
Amano, not quite fully healed, though no one would ever guess it by the way he carried himself, stood beside Dane. As did Jackson Conaway, once more.
Tamera started the ceremony and, as was the case last time, I barely heard a word. My entire focus, my full attention, was on Dane. And vice versa.
We exchanged vows and he slipped the mammoth skating rink he’d picked out for me onto my finger. Because now we weren’t worried about who knew we were married. There were no more threats. Not to the Lux and not to us.
I admired the huge diamond, as did Tamera—with a gaping mouth.
“That is ginormous,” she whispered.
“Ari deserves something spectacular,” Dane whispered back.
I shook my head and said, “That adjective does not do this ring justice.”
“Enjoy it.” He smirked.
“If you say so.” I beamed up at him and added, “By the way, I’d like to convert one of the extra bedrooms into another nursery.”
His jaw fell slack. But he quickly recovered. “You’re not—”
“Not yet. But I’d like to be.”
Dane grinned.
Then Tamera said to him, “You may now kiss your soon-to-be pregnant bride.”
I was pretty sure my dad squirmed uncomfortably as the scorching kiss went on and on. I didn’t care.
When Dane and I finally came up for air, Tamera made her grand announcement.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Dane Bax.”
And with that, the whole world knew we belonged to each other.
For the rest of our lives.