Page 120 of The Rogue

“What if I married you instead?”

“That sounds perfect.”

Ruby Matthews had her life together. It just didn’t look like she’d thought it would. She would be leaving this perfect little house, with a perfect little yard, for the place she loved most in the world, King’s Crest.

All of her organization systems would have to change. They’d have to be shared. Because her life would be shared. She’d had plans before, but she had something better than plans now. She had life; she had love.

She’d be planning another wedding, and this one really would be perfect.

She’d always known Justice belonged right up at the front of the church with her, because he was her best friend in the whole wide world.

She just hadn’t realized that he belonged there as her groom.

The love of her life. For always, forever.

Then he leaned in and kissed her, her Cowboy James Bond, in blue jeans or a tux.

“I love you,” he said.

She sighed, then smiled.

Everything was perfect.

Everything was in its rightful place.

Finally.

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