Page 17 of Wrong Number Right Cowboy
“Because I was too ashamed to admit I’d made the biggest mistake of my life. I thought you’d move on. Find someone better?—”
“There is no one better than you.” I cup her cheek, yearning to draw her in for that kiss. But I resist the urge so she can finish saying everything she needs to.
“I’ve been happier on the ranch with you these past three days than I ever have been in Dallas.”
“It’s probably all the orgasms,” I tease.
“I mean, that certainly doesn’t hurt anything.” The way she bites her lip, as though fighting a smile, makes me want to push her up against the wall and give her another one right now.
“You really want to stay, Sunshine?”
“That’s theonlything I want.”
I draw her lips to mine, kiss her deeply. Kissing her in a way that promises this is far from our last kiss. It’s the first kiss of the rest of our lives.
I back her up against the wall, and she hikes her knee up to my hip.
“For the love of cheesecake, please keep your fucking clothes on,” Mel announces.
“Hey, Mel,” Sawyer says, blush dusting her cheeks. BlushIput there.
“Is it safe to say I can go home now?” she asks, her gaze swiveling between Sawyer and me.
“You can go home now,” I tell her.
“We’ll send you an invite to the wedding,” Sawyer adds.
“Wedding?” Mel repeats, looking at Sawyer’s naked left hand in confusion.
“Unless you kept that ring box for someone else?” Sawyer says, looking at me.
“It’s only ever been you,” I say, gripping her cheek and dragging her lips back to mine.
“You two kids have fun,” Mel calls. “I’m leaving before this romance novel turns spicy. Bye!”
“You’re sure you want to marry me, Sunshine?”
“There’s nothing else I want more.”
“I love you, SawyerMontgomery. I’ve never stopped loving you.”
EPILOGUE
SAWYER
“You look stunning, Sammie,”I say to my sister, standing back to admire her in the wedding dress of her dreams. One we found at the very first dress shop in Dallas almost six months ago.
“You think Carter will like it?”
“Like it? All that man will be thinking about is getting you out of it,” Mel tosses in. When she notices my widened eyes, she just says, “What? It’s true.”
“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” Sammie asks me.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay with this? You two were meant to be.”
“But you and Boone?—”
“Are very happily married,” I cut her off before she can finish her sentence. Boone and I snuck away to a courthouse the day after I chewed his ass out in the barn for assuming I wanted to leave. Mel was sworn to secrecy so she could be our witness. I didn’t want to do anything to take away from Sammie’s engagement.
