Page 85 of Ruined with a Promise

“No, you won’t, not if you keep buying me horse farms. Now we can make out if you’d like.”

I kiss him and hold that kiss for a while, breathing in the smell of the farm, the hay and the grass, the crisp night air,the moonlight, my husband, my Ford. I was skeptical when he introduced himself to me outside of Mom’s rehab clinic, but I wanted a new start with him so desperately I gave in. That coffee date turned into a dinner date and that dinner date turned into breakfast and we haven’t been apart since.

“Kat!” Melody’s voice flows out from the building. “Get back here! We want to dance.”

“I’m being summoned,” I say and lean my forehead against his.

“Better get going then. Don’t want to keep them waiting.”

“This is really ours now? You’re not kidding?”

“Katherine, you’re mine and I’m yours, and I’ll never lie to you.”

“You big bastard. I really do love you.”

“And I really do love you.”

“Come on,” I say, taking his hand, and drag him along. “You’re dancing too.”

“Anything, so long as I get to do it with you.”

“Sappy asshole.”

His smile shines and I feel like I’m sparkling and we’re gathered up by Melody and Tina and Gareth and Evander, and we make our way back into warmth and music and champagne and a family of our choosing.