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“When we were there, I had this vision in my head…I saw it all so clearly. We’d get married outside near the gardens or maybe the orchard, and have a big fun party afterward, dinner on the patio or even by the pool. It would be so beautiful.”
Lucas scratched his head. “I’m sure the Count and Henry would love that. But do you really want to plan a wedding thousands of miles away? Might be hard, and there may be some legal stuff to get around. Plus getting everyone there, organizing it all from here…seems like a lot of shit to deal with. And we have the bar opening up.”
“I’m a wedding planner! I get off on this shit!” I kissed him hard. “Please. Say we can. A small wedding, I promise.”
“Just promise me I won’t have to do anything but show up, and you’ll be there wanting to marry me.”
“I will.” With my heart racing madly, I tightened my hold on his neck and buried my face in his neck. “Thank you.” A million happy thoughts raced through my head. We’re engaged. We’re getting married in Provence. I have to tell the girls. I have to make plans. Dear God, the lists I would need to make—the glorious fucking lists!
Clinging to him, I pressed my lips to his and t
hanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t been granted every wish I’d made in the past. How wrong any other life but this would have been for me. Lucas was everything I hadn’t dreamed I needed—he wasn’t the guy who planned everything out, envisioning the house and kids and dog before he was ready for it. But he knew what those things meant to me, and still he’d asked me to spend forever with him.
We’d know when the time was right. I wouldn’t set any deadlines, Lucas would never say never, and somewhere in the middle was our perfect life.
The kiss grew deeper and Lucas slid me onto my back, lowering his body over mine, and I cleared my mind of everything but him, here and now.
The End
