Page 58 of Forgotten Desires

“Either way, I got the donuts and you got a wife.”

“Is she happy?”

Brynn tries to hide her smile. “I’m happy-ish.”

“Then I need to up my game. Since I’m a smart man who is all about making his wife happy.”

“And you think you can accomplish that?” she asks.

I lean in, my lips just grazing her ear. “I think you already know the answer to that.” The sound of forks tapping glasses fills the small tent and I pull back to look at her. “I think the people want us to kiss.”

She blushes. “Make it a good one, Mr. Knight.”

My face moves to hers slowly. “Anything you want, Mrs. Knight.”

Then I kiss her, and the sounds of hoots and cheers fade away as I hold the wife I’ve wanted for so many years in my arms.

* * *

The wedding is over, our families have left, and it’s just us in the house in Kitty Hawk. Brynn has changed out of her wedding dress into a pair of white silk pajamas. We’re sitting on the couch as I go over emails and send instructions to various employees, and there are bottles of cider and champagne next to her as she sits, flipping through her phone.

I really hope she’s drinking the cider.

I send the last email and look up to see Brynn watching me. “Everything okay?” I ask.

She nods. “Just . . . wrapping my head around the fact that we’re married.”

“I have the paperwork to prove it,” I joke.

“I have the ring to show for it too, which I love. I’m glad that you picked a solid band. It’s really what I hoped for.”

I hated the idea of not giving her more, but Kimberly was emphatic that a plain band would work best with the engagement ring.

“Good. I’m glad you like it.”

“I do.” She smiles and then takes a sip. “I poured you a glass too. I didn’t want to drink alone.”

I grab the other glass sitting on the coffee table. “Yes, no one should be drinking sparkling cider alone.”

“Shut up,” she says with a laugh. “I got you the good stuff. Someone should at least get to enjoy themselves. Should we toast?”

“We had so many freaking toasts today, I’m all toasted out.” I laugh and raise my glass anyway. “This is for us.”

“All right.” Brynn sits up, tucking her legs underneath her. “Let’s hear it.”

“To the girl who saved me twice.”

She rolls her eyes. “I never saved you.”

“No?”

“Nope.”

I raise one brow. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely positive.”

Oh how wrong she is. “The first time you saved me was just outside that door.” I point to the beach area.

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