Page 45 of Slay Bells Ring

I wholeheartedly agree with spending the rest of the night celebrating, and I giggle against him and say, “Onlyif you’re sure your old man heart can take that much celebration.”

His hands, currently cupped beneath my ass, squeeze my cheeks in response. “Still don’t know by now that I’m no old man, hmm? I’ll show you just how capable I am, love.” He brings us into the bedroom, but before he can drop me on the bed, I have one question for him.

“Wait,” I say, and Kane pauses before the bed. As I gaze into his blue eyes, I ask, “How do you feel about a Christmas wedding?”

“You mean this Christmas or next year’s?”

“Either one. I’m not picky.”

“Then maybe we should try for this Christmas, because I’m dying to make you my wife.” With that, he drops me onto the bed, and I grin like a maniac as I watch him shed his clothes before crawling on top of me to help me out of mine.

I never could’ve imagined how this story would end, but now that we’re here, together, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

My Kane. My assassin. My life.