Hell. “You fought Bon?”
“No, I talked to him. No way am I fighting him. He’s huge.”
“Oh. Good.”
“I also talked to a shrink,” he said. “Or a therapist, rather. About the nightmares and everything.”
“You did?”
“Yes. It was time. I even talked to my mother.” He stroked his thumbs over her cheeks and exhaled noisily. “Things aren’t great, but we’ll keep in contact.”
“Adam, that’s wonderful.”
“Do you forgive me?” he asked, rubbing his nose against hers. “For leaving you for so long without word? I didn’t want this touching you—you’d been hurt enough. And I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Yes, of course.”
“You’re safe now. You can make whatever choices you like.”
“I choose you,” she blurted out in a rush.
“You don’t have to, princess. You’re as free as a bird. Well, a bird that’s stuck on Esther.”
She covered his hands with her own. They were standing so close, her baby belly between them. She’d never thought she’d have the chance to be with him again. Not when everything had been left in such a mess. Her brain buzzed with possibilities. She wanted to get high off the scent of him. Bury her nose in his neck and never leave, no matter what. Tie him to her somehow, if he’d let her. “I choose you. I love you, Adam.”
“Thank the gods for that. Would have killed me to let you go—I’m not sure I could.” He kissed her gently, brushing his lips against hers. “You know, I talked to your district attorney friend. He told me how brave you were through it all. How you ran from the guy and hid. How you never backed down during the trial no matter how hard things got. I’m very proud of you.”
“You are?” Tears started up of their own accord. Of course they did. Adam had returned and he wasn’t leaving. Everything would be okay. It felt impossible and wonderful and everything else in between. Her knees wobbled. The whole world felt off its axis. She ditched the coat and hung on to her husband.
“Hey. Don’t cry.” Adam kissed her tears away, not missing one. “Shhh.”
“You really love me? After everything?”
“I really love you,” he said. “I swear.”
He kissed her again, slow and sweet and deep. He kissed her just right and she clung to him, hands fisted in his shirt. The taste of him was perfect. It had been so long. She’d been starving for him. The feel of his tongue rubbing against hers and the pressure of his lips made her mind reel. A startled laugh crossed with a sob sprung out of her from who knew where, and Adam peppered her face with kisses.
When he drew back he rested his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes with a smile on his face. “You know, we should have a real wedding with the fancy big dress and flowers and cake and everything. All the trimmings. We could do it in the garden. What do you think? Will you marry me properly, princess?”
“Try to stop me.”
About Kylie Scott
Kylie is a multi-published, long-time fan of erotic love stories. She demands a happy ending and if the odd shoot-out or sword fight should happen along the way, then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia, with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
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