Page 215 of Three Reckless Words

I grin wickedly. “Springfield. All the media should be there. I can see the headlines now.Business Mogul Marries Attorney General’s Daughter.”

“Will She Make it Down the Aisle?” he quips, and I laugh.

“You’re right, I can’t imagine anything worse.”

“If it was between that and not marrying you, I’d still do it in a heartbeat.”

“Oh, Romeo,” I say, slapping his arm and crushing myself against him again.

We’re alone and we’re still wearing too many clothes for this.

“If I didn’t know better, I might think you want to sweep me off my feet,” I tease.

Without hesitation, he scoops me up and starts to carry me back toward the cabin. “How’s this?”

“Very hot. Where are we going?”

“Your next surprise. I rented out Solitude for the weekend. So you do the math.” He pretends to think. “First, I’m taking my fiancée inside to fuck her brains out. Then, after we order whatever food you like, we’ll do it again in the shower.”

Heaven.

My insides go liquid just thinking about it. “So this is why you waited this morning…”

He places his lips to my ear.

“Now you know. Next time I fucked you, I had to see that ring.”

Insanely hot.

I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve a man like Archer, but in this one, I’ll do everything in my power to keep him.

The ring on my finger suggests I have a good shot.

Then again, didn’t I know that?

He came for me.

When I was lost and alone and dying in the woods, my prince came. Dad flew in and helped organize rescue efforts, sure. He threw tons of money at it and leveraged his connections.

But Archer went into the woods for me.

No one made him.

No one promised him anything but grief if he couldn’t find me in the dark, dense maze of trees, yet he did it anyway.

Because he could.

Because he couldn’t bear losing me the same way I know losing him would shred my soul.

So I wrap my arms around his neck and find his lips with mine.

He gives back a rough groan, kicking the door open and striding inside, letting it swing shut behind us.

Not so long ago, I fled here to escape an arranged marriage.

Who knew I’d find a husband?

I break the kiss. “How do you feel about more kids?”

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