Page 99 of Taboo Flames
“You don’t want to marry me?” he asks. The thread of uncertainty I detect in his voice causes me to turn to face him, my anger immediately melting away.
The truth is that I love Gio. I’m so madly, indisputably, and irrevocably in love with him. Does it really matter if it’s today or two years from now or if I’m barefoot and wearing denim shorts? Being with him and belonging to him is all I want, and it’s obvious he wants the same.
Even if his methods are less than ideal, he’s doing this because he genuinely loves and wants me.
Our relationship has never been ideal, so why should we have an ideal wedding anyway?
“Carlos can’t wait for us because I need him to get me a five-inch silver Chanel sandals. This season or last season’s shoes. Nothing older than that,” I tell Gio. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he murmurs and smiles, pressing his mouth to mine briefly.
“Let’s go get married, Mr. Lombardi,” I relent with a laugh.
“Let’s go get married, Mrs. Lombardi,” he replies excitedly.
He turns the car on and brings the top down. I stand up with my hands in the air, feeling the wind whip through my hair as Gio drives off toward our future.
A future I’m still totally clueless about, but well, I’m going to have lots of fun finding out just how amazing it can be.
