Page 84 of Catch Him
Cinderella wasn’t good enough to wear those shoes.
He was standing next to the bed with a small smile tugging his lips. Like a boy who couldn’t wait to show off his surprise. He was wearing black suit pants, a white tuxedo shirt and a bow tie hung undone around his neck.
“I bought you a dress again,” he said, stating the obvious.
“I can see that.”
“And shoes. I know how you love ridiculously expensive shoes.”
She was about to correct him when she realized there were bigger issues at stake. “Dec, where am I going in that lovely white dress?”
“Why, downstairs to your wedding, of course.”
“Dec,” she breathed out.
He came toward her with purpose. His hands cupping her cheeks to hold her eyes on him.
“I know you’re going to say it’s too soon. I know you’re going to say we need time. You’ll probably also be worried about how it will make Mary feel, but she was the one who asked me why I was dragging my feet. Because she knows me. She knows when I want something. When I love someone. I’m all in. There is no walking away for me. Ever again. And the truth is I want to call you mywife.I want to hear you saymy husband.”
“You’re very particular about the things you need to hear, do you know that about yourself?”
He smiled. “I do. And the next time I’m making love to you, I’m going to demand to hear those very words from your lips. However, in order to do that we need to make things legal.”
“Who am I marrying? Declan Gallagher or David Whitmore?”
“Lucky girl that you are, you’ll need to marry us both. We will scurry off to Vegas for the Whitmore wedding. Today it will be me, and I wanted something more intimate. Flynn’s back, Jillian’s here. Obviously Mary. My family. Plus, I have another surprise waiting downstairs along with a very friendly judge who agreed to do this for me on short notice.”
“Dec, you’re impossible.”
“No, I am determined. Please say yes. I don’t want to spend another day without you being mine, without me being yours. Husband and wife. Wife and husband.”
Yes, Declan was mainly a pushover when it came to giving her anything she really wanted. Except when it was something so important to him that he could not be moved from his position.
Sinead knew this was one of those times.
Besides, she liked the words too. Her husband. This beautiful charming alive man was going to be her husband.
“You’re supposed to get down on one knee,” she said.
Instantly he dropped to his knee before her.
“There’s supposed to be a ring. And because you’re Richy McRich it needs to be a freakin’ rock.”
His eyes lit up. “Oh, I did I forget the ring?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a teal-colored ring box. When he popped it open she gasped. It was in fact a rock.
“I know how my princess is. Nothing that couldn’t been seen from the moon would satisfy her.”
Since he was teasing her, she didn’t bother to correct him. Just let him slide the ring on her finger.
“I’m going to have to start lifting weights if I’m going to haul this thing around on my hand.”
“You’ll adjust, I’m sure. Now are we finished with the rituals? My knee is actually smarting.”
“No. You have toaskproper.”
He huffed. “Fine. Sinead, who spells her name correctly, O’Hara will you please do me the honor of being my wife?”
