Page 78 of Filthy Rich

“I love you, Brooke. And I love you, Johnny,” I called down to him in the direction of her belly. “Just think, he already is beginning to know the sound of our voices?—”

Brooke raised an eyebrow in question at my abrupt pause.

“I just figured out why I fell in love with you the moment I first heard you speak to me at that cocktail party.”

“I think I know why, now,” she said.

“Tell me your theory, baby.”

“You liked my accent because your mother spoke to you in the same British accent when she was carrying you inside her for nine months. Your subconscious memories recalled long ago someone who sounded a lot like me loved you with all of her heart.”

“Do you think that’s possible?” I asked.

“I do, Caleb—and now you have me loving you with all of my heart.”

I kissed my sweet Brooke and thanked her for saving me in as many ways as I could show her. It would take the rest of my life probably, but I was up for the challenge. I had nothing else more important to do...than to love her.

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