Page 102 of The Enemies' Island
“He stood you up?” I feel a burst of brotherly anger that someone would dare to bail on Ji.
“Yes. But that’s beside the point, because then I ran into this guy, and we got to talking, and his family pretty much owns half of South Korea, but at the same time he’s super down-to-earth and smart, and now I’m illogically in love.” Ji gives a few short panicked breaths as if she is breathing into a paper bag. “This is not my wheelhouse. I haven’t been on a date in who knows how long, and then this paragon of perfection walks into my life. What do I do?”
“For starters, you should probably leave the bathroom,” I deadpan.
Missy backhands my chest.
“Not helping,” Ji says.
I smile cheekily before Missy takes my phone into her hands.
“Okay, tell me everything.” Missy wraps an arm around her torso to keep out the cold, so I rub my hands up and down her arms to warm her as she gets the rundown from Ji.
“Does he meet your height requirement?” Missy asks.
“He’s about six feet tall.”
“Doctor or businessman?”
“Businessman.”
“Does he make you want to plan a wedding?”
“I’ve already got a color scheme,” Ji squeals.
Missy and I share a surprised look. It’s not like Ji to squeal.
“And he’s not too prideful to let you be the girl boss but also willing to crush any furry spiders you find under the couch cushions in the living room?”
“That’s oddly specific,” I say, throwing my two cents into their verbal ping-pong session.
“I’m not a hundred percent on that yet, but since everything else is perfect about him so far, I’m going to say yes!” Ji says.
“Are those wedding bells I’m hearing?” Missy bobs happily on the balls of her feet.
Ji sighs, sounding like she’s just hugged a puppy, “Sorry to interrupt your night. I just had to talk to you.”
“I’m so glad you did. Paige is going to go crazy that she’s not able to hear this right now.”
“I know! I guess this is what she and Jordan get for ditching all of us for Christmas in Paris with cutie Baby Blake. But I’ll give her a call tomorrow when it’s a decent hour for them.”
Missy gets a dreamy little look in her eyes, the way she always does when someone mentions Jordan and Paige’s chubby-cheeked one-year-old baby. More than ever, I can’t wait for the day Missy and I will have our own family just like we’ve dreamt about.
After wishing Ji luck, we hang up. I pocket my phone before looking at Missy with raised brows. “I have a feeling you two have talked about her checklist a time or two.”
She shrugs as a shiver travels down her arms. “What? She’s a girl who knows what she wants.”
Without hesitation, I pull my soon-to-be wife into my arms. The snow gently lands on her soft curls, making her look angelic, and I place a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Just like I’m a guy who knows what he wants.”
Missy draws back, resting her hands on my chest.“Oh, really? And what, may I ask, is that?”
I bring my hand up to her chin, softly tilting her face toward mine. With one glimpse into her hazel eyes, I see a future beyond my wildest imaginings. “What I want, Missy Jean, is to spend the rest of my life loving you.”
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