Page 63 of Baked

Is she saying what I think she’s saying?

It took a minute for his brain and his body to get on the same page, but when they did, he dropped to the ground.

Shit. My stitches. I bet this position isn’t doctor approved.

The look on Rachel’s face was worth it though. And now he had the green light, and he was fairly certain she wasn’t going to call the cops. There was no stopping him.

“Honeybun, you’re my light in the darkness. Not only do I love you, but I know that for as long as we both live, my heart will only beat for you. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I don’t want to. So please say you’ll be mine. That you’ll build a future with me. Build a family. That you’ll make me the happiest man on the goddamn planet and agree to be Mrs. Rachel Campbell.” Taking hold of her hand, he let his thumb stroke her silky skin. “Marry me, baby?”

Her reply wasn’t verbal. It came in the form of frantic nodding. Enough for him to know he was the luckiest man to have ever lived.

Not able to get up without worrying his fairy, he dragged her down until she was kneeling too. When she was finally within kissing distance, he did what he’d been wanting to do since the moment she walked into the kitchen. His mouth captured hers, pulling her apart and tasting the sugar he’d been deprived of all week.

She moaned into him, her hands wrapping around his neck while her face angled to his demand.

This was what heaven felt like. His woman was finally back where she belonged. With him. And he knew he would do everything in his power to keep her there.

She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes but kept her lips against his. “Are we really doing this?”

“No takebacks, honeybun.” He grinned. “It’s too late to change your mind.”

“Well, in that case, I guess I better buy me a wedding dress.” She beamed back.

Happiest man on the goddamn planet.

EPILOGUE

One week later

It was time for a newchapter. A new start. That’s what Rachel told herself as she stacked the final box against the front door. God knows she was used to starting again, but this time it was different. She was no longer running. From anything.

Look at you, growing up.

The past week had gone by so quickly. One minute she was questioning her life choices in Clarke County and the next she was an engaged woman moving in with her fiancé. Talk about what a difference a week makes. It still felt unreal.

She took another look around her apartment. She’d miss this place. It had been the nicest home she’d ever had, and she’d made it her own over the years.

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