Page 149 of The Wildest One

There was a smirk on my face when I voiced, “I thought you were one and done with tattoos? Isn’t that what you said to me?”

“That was before I met the wildest one.” She let out a small laugh.

“I love that we’re having a real moment right now.” I kissed all around the small letter. “It’s perfect.”

“You know, I’ve told you I love you a thousand times. I sometimes change up the words, or I scream them or whisper them, but ultimately, it all means the same. This is my way of showing it.”

“Baby, you have.”

To my Tampa Bay Lightning:

Don’t hate me. I’ll always be a lifelong fan.

But forThe Wildest One, the Whales had to win the Cup.

XOXO,

Marni