Page 166 of The Nanny Goal

“EBUB only.”

“EBUBs get full nanny credit if they get called on. Jerseys with their names on it and everything.”

“Oh, that’s…” I can’t argue with that logic. “Okay, fair. I was your hottest nanny.”

“But now you are my woman.”

I laugh and nod. “I am.”

“Marry me.” He mumbles it against my skin.

“Is that a question?”

“I want you to take my name.”

“Also not a question.”

He leans over and reaches for my pills again, and I think he’s going to literally toss them in front of me, but when he rights himself, it’s only to step back and kneel down.

In his hand is a diamond ring.

Not my pills.

“Oh,” I whisper.

His dark, glossy hair slides forward over his brow. I reach out to brush it to the side, because I can. Because this impossibly handsome man is mine to touch.

“I have a question I’ve wanted to ask you for two and a half years,” he says.

Should I tell him now that I was prepared to say yes that very first night in Calgary? That he swept me off my feet from that very first smile?

No, I’ll wait.

“Emery Granger, will you marry me? Will you take my name, and have my babies, and make me happy forever?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes and yes and yes and yes, always and forever.”

EPILOGUE

ALEXEI

one year later

We get to the Basilica before the priest does.

“I told you we didn’t have to leave the hotel yet.”

I make a face at Forrest. “I didn’t want to be late.”

“We’re almost anhourearly.” He taps my arm and points across the street. “Want to go find a drink?”

“That’s not a bar, it’s a…” I squint. “Real estate office, I think.”

“No worries, I brought my own.” He pulls a flask from the inside of his suit jacket. “Cheers, bud.”

I laugh as he take a swig, then I accept it and tip back a small shot myself.

Why the fuck not? I’m getting married today.

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