Forty Day Fiancé (Sassy in the City 3)
“Felicia Hobbs, will you marry me? For real this time?”
I nodded frantically. “Yes. Absolutely.”
He stood up and gave me a soft kiss. “I knew I loved you by day three,” he said. “That first proposal was real.”
“My yes was real, too. But I was trying to play hard to get.”
He laughed. “Tell me about it. Do you know how much torture it has been to sleep next to you every night in those damn nightgowns and not touch you?”
“Trust me, I know.” None of my logic made any sense now, but there had been some kind of point at the time. I glanced back at the line. The last person was boarding. “Are we getting on this flight?”
“We’re either taking a flight tomorrow and going home for the night or you’re going to join the mile-high club with me. I can’t wait ten hours of traveling to have you, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting forever.”
Given the way he was nuzzling my neck, I believed him. “We can fly tomorrow. Let’s go home.”
Home. I loved the sound of that.
Of course, when we got back to the flat I glanced around at the disaster of dirty dishes and abandoned rental tables. “God, I left you a first-class mess. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s both of our mess.” Michael scooped me up into his arms. “But we can deal with it tomorrow. Today I just want to hold you and love you.”
I hugged him tight. “I would like nothing more than that.”
“But first, I have a gift for you.” He went over to the Christmas tree and pulled out a gift.
The box was enormous, too big to be jewelry. That got me curious. “Michael, what did you do?”
Without hesitation, I sat on the sofa and ripped it open. It was an empty scrapbook and what looked like every tool needed to make the world’s most blinged out memory book in the history of crafting.
“I didn’t know what to get, so I got a variety.”
One of everything. He’d gotten one of everything. It made me smile. “It’s perfect, thank you. I’m going to get my craft on.”
“Look inside that little box.”
I pulled the lid off, anticipating jewelry. I was right. But this made me tear up. “It’s a charm bracelet.” With an engagement ring charm. “I had one as a girl and I loved it. It got lost when we had to move.”
“I know. I called your mother and asked her what jewelry would be the right choice for you.”
My heart was in my throat. I held the bracelet to my chest, vision blurred from my tears. “That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
He kissed me softly. “I would do anything for you.”
I was the luckiest woman in the history of ever. “Oh, I got something for you!” I turned and dug through my purse. I handed him a red envelope.
“Is this a gift card to a sex shop?” he asked, sounding absurdly hopeful. “I would love to see you in a leather corset.”
That made me laugh. “No, you idiot. It’s cooking lessons. For both of us, as a couple. We can’t live on takeaway forever. We’re having a child.”
“That’s a great idea.” He did look genuinely pleased. “Time to grow up, huh?”
I nodded. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t get a leather corset for a sexy New Year’s Eve.”
Michael’s eyes darkened. “Let’s practice now.”
“I’d love nothing more.”
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