Page 87 of Perfect Match

When the sun was setting, I went to the bathroom and came out to find Millie staring off into the far side of the garden, overlooking the sunset and the green pasture there.

Coming up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and tucked her back flat against my chest.

She snuggled into me, reaching up to hold my arms.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked her.

She took a deep breath and sighed. “I’m just so lucky that I got drunk all those months ago and convinced Julie to put her job at stake and stalk you on UNOS.”

Laughter rumbled in my chest and she spun with a grin to face me.

“You know, I’ve never been more happy that my future wife is a stalker.”

With a smile, she leaned in and brought her lips to mine. “Let’s have the wedding on the farm,” she said.

I grinned. “That’s perfect.”

“We’re perfect,” she said.

“A perfect match,” I agreed.

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