Three Little Words (Fool's Gold #12)

He cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “We can stay here, if you want, but if you need to be in New York, I’ll go with you.”


She pressed her hands against his broad chest. “No. I want to be in Fool’s Gold.” She sniffed, then smiled. “By the way, your mom says she knew we were faking it all along.”

“No way.”

“That’s what she told me.”

He grinned and kissed her again. “But that’s the thing. I wasn’t faking after all. Isabel, marry me?”

She felt happy enough to float. “Yes.”

He pointed to the letters. “After all this, I’m going to have to write all of our vows myself.”

She smiled. “I think you’re up to the challenge.”

“I’m up for anything, as long as I’m with you.”