Page 85 of One Last Chance
Sunlight limned his shoulders and his golden brown hair, reminding her what he must look like paddling his pirogue through the bayou waters. She’d found a smart, charming, thoroughly devoted man she could trust with her heart forever.
“And the good news is, it’s only just started,” he reminded her, sitting down and stretching out his long legs. “We’ve got a lot of plans to make, Erin Finley-soon-to-be-Weldon.”
Oh, she liked how that sounded.
“But you know what we need to do first, right?” She pulled her phone out of her purse and opened up her messaging screen.
Remy grinned. “I have a good idea.”
“Can we take a quick picture?” She leaned toward him and held up the camera for a romantic selfie. At the last second, he turned and planted a kiss on her cheek.
It was, quite possibly, the cutest picture ever.
Erin attached the photo to her text message to Sarah and typed out three words—I said yes.
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