Page 71 of Secret Stalker

He grew very still, his eyes blazing at her with an intensity that had her whole body flushing hot.

“What are you saying, Bex?”

She slid her arms around his waist and tilted her head back to look at him. “I’m saying that with Bobby Caldwell’s case finally closed, and nothing else hanging over my head, it’s time that I rectified a terrible decision I made many years ago.”

His throat worked, but no sound came out.

She cleared her own throat, already getting tight with emotion. “Max, I love you so much. I was wondering...”

“Yes?” he rasped.

“I was wondering if I could wear one of your T-shirts.”

He blinked, then threw his head back and laughed, a great booming sound that filled her heart with joy. He grinned and scooped her up in his arms, then jogged through the house to his bedroom. He didn’t stop until he was in front of the chest of drawers. Then he settled her against him, holding her with one arm as he yanked the top drawer open.

“Any particular T-shirt you prefer, Bexley Kane?”

She dipped her hand into the drawer and pulled out the black velvet box. “This one will do nicely.”

He turned serious, cradling her against him as if he’d never let her go. His eyes darkened with more love than seemed possible for one person to hold in his heart for another. More love than Bex could ever hope to deserve. But she would happily spend the rest of her life trying, and loving him back even more.

“And I prefer to be called Mrs. Remington from this day forward, if you don’t mind.”

His mouth slowly lowered to hers, stopping inches away as he carried her toward the bed. “I don’t mind, Mrs. Remington. I don’t mind at all.” And then he kissed her.

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