Page 97 of The Harborer

“I’m calling that a ‘yes,’” he chuckled, then paused a beat before mumbling, “Jesus, Ihopeit’s a ‘yes.’”

She leaned back and looked into brown eyes brimming with love. Forher. “Positively, absolutely, unequivocally ‘Yes.’” She fisted his shirt, pulled him against her, and kissed him with every bit of her heart and soul poured into it.

When they finally broke the kiss, his breathing was shallow and uneven. “Wow, if that’s a preview of attractions to come, maybe we should move the wedding up to this afternoon. Shit. It’s too late.”

She buried her nose into the comforting smell of his shirt and lifted her eyes to his face. “Nothing says we can’t start thehoneymoon tonight, though. You know, practice makes perfect and all that?”

“Then what are we waiting for? I want to start my life with you right now.”

“You already have.”

THE END