Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I could have lain there like that forever.
Much later, we both got up, took showers, and he made sure my wound stayed dry and then changed the bandage. He was out of the room fast, but I had to find my sweats since the house was decidedly cold.
“I think we need to turn on the…heat,” I finished when I reached the kitchen and found him down on one knee with an open ring box in his hand—two wide diamond baguettes channel-set in satin-finish platinum. I couldn’t contain my grin. “How long have you had that?”
“A long time. Since I moved back.”
“And you just knew?”
“I just knew,” Owen ground out, his voice thick and husky.
“Some way, somehow, I was gonna marry you. That’s your story?” I teased him, smiling wide, holding out my hand.
“Yes,” he croaked out, taking the thick ring—that was not at all ostentatious or ridiculous, but instead sturdy and classic and beautiful—and sliding it onto my finger. It fit perfectly. “I knew. I always knew. It couldn’t be any other way. I had to have you. Without you, I could never be this happy, this content…this me.”
“Same,” I told him, and he stood and staggered forward into my arms. I hugged him tight, and he hugged me back, crying softly into the side of my neck. “I love you, Owen. I told you before, and you know it’s true. And I’m gonna drive you nuts, but just remember who got whom a ring.”
“Oh, I’ll remember.” He chuckled softly in my ear. “Now kiss me.”
And I did.