Page 79 of Marriage (Red, White &) Blues

“And?” I asked, now very curious.

“I think we should redo the house.”

Still stumbling over my thoughts, I asked, “Redo the house?”

“Yes.” He rolled to his side, propping his head up on his hand. “What’s wrong? You seem less happy Gloria than a moment before.”

Oh, right.“Well, it’s just… A will is a big deal and I’m not exactly sure how to go about finding a new lawyer. Could you share yours with me or is that like a conflict of interest?”

His eyes softened as he smiled. “It’s a will not a divorce. No conflict of interest. If it makes you more comfortable, I can help you find an estate attorney, otherwise, I’m sure we can share.”

“What would you put in yours?”

“My will? Well, I’d put aside a trust to be split equally among any future children, then give a good chunk to some charities I believe in. As my wife, you get the rest.”

“The rest, huh? Well, that gives me ideas.” I smirked and winked at him.

“Are you planning a murder-for-hire plot so you can run off with Ryan?”

“Ryan?” I asked.

Blake continued to smile. “Ryan. The guy from the beach.”

“Oh,Ryan. I mean, you never know, but probably not.”

“I assume then, that you don’t want me dead for the payout.”

“Eh.” I flipped my hand. “I can’t have sex with money.”

“I mean you could, but money is pretty dirty. You don’t know where it’s been…”

“Same with Ryan,” I teased.

“Either way, I see a plethora of antibiotics in your future if you do.”

“Then I guess I’d better keep you, Mr. Parker.”

He leaned in pressing a kiss to my lips. “I’m happy to be kept, Mrs. Parker.”

After that talk, I had no plans on either of us leaving the bed for the rest of the day except to forage for food in the kitchen or take a potty break.

“That settled, what about redoing the house?” he asked.

“You don’t like your furniture?”

“It’s fine. I didn’t pick it. Jupiter did. But you said it: ‘myfurniture.’ I want this house to feel like home to you. Thisisyour home. Put your stamp on it.”

“Lorelei…um…” I pointed in the way of not in the room with us, not in any direction, just out of the room. “Works in a furniture store. It’s high-end. Her sister and brother-in-law own it.”

“Great. Give her a call.”

How much more wonderful could this guy get? “I love you, Blake. I love you hardcore.”

He didn’t need words to respond. Heromance novelkissed me. And then heromance heromade love to me. Yes, we did it a lot. I mean…Newlyweds.

I called Lorelei on Sunday.

Blake had me put her on speakerphone while we talked about wanting to redo the entire house. Well, except for the bed. Ilovedour bed. It was soft—no, not just soft. It felt as if a pillow and a cloud made a mattress baby. Plus, he’d taken me there the first time we’d had sex. Oh and, we slept on it every night. Some of the best times in my life were spent in that bed. The bed stayed.

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