Page 69 of Reforming Hunt
Abby’s head shot up. “What?”
“I love you. Love your fucking scrubs.” He took in her body. When he returned his heated gaze to her face, she was blushing. “Love your clogs, and even your cold feet.”
“You never said anything about my cold feet.” She covered her face with her hand. “You should have told me it bothered you.”
“Why would I do that?” he said. “I love your feet and everything else about you. The way you hold your son. The way you enter a room, shy and sweet. And I love the sounds you make when I’m inside you…”
Two fingers peeled away to reveal her eyes. And they were half-lidded. She was thinking of their bedroom and all the times they’d consummated their fake marriage.
“Our marriage might have started as a convenient arrangement—I wanted to impress my brothers, and you needed security—but I wanted you. And I fell in love with you once we married.”
Her hand dropped. “You’ve lost your mind.”
“Since you and Noah have been gone, yes. Ask our contractor, Lewis. He’ll vouch for my insanity these last several days.”
“Hunt.” She sighed as though pained. “I want to be with you, but I can’t risk it. The boating accident… And Vivian. She’ll use the accident and anything else she can find against me. It will never end, even if we stay married.”
“Vivian can’t use the boat accident against you,” Hunt said. “Someone set up the boat to release from the dock, and the police are looking into it. No one will believe it was your or my fault.”
He rubbed his brow. “Abby, there’s so much more to say, but trust me when I tell you that there’s nothing Vivian has that could be used against you.”
Hunt dropped to his knee, closing the distance between them. “Please come back. Not being with you and Noah is killing me. I’ll get rid of all the boats, put security cameras everywhere to keep Noah safe—whatever you need. Just don’t divorce me.”
Abby blinked. “The boat Noah got caught on was releasedintentionally? And wait…boating is your favorite thing in the world. Why would you give that up?”
“You’re my favorite thing in the world. And I’d give up whatever I needed to in order to be with you.”
She took in his position on the floor on bended knee. “Are you…proposing to me?”
“Of course not,” he said. “We’re already married.” He shot her a cocky grin and pulled her into his arms. “So what do you say?”
“I don’t know what to say since we’re already married,” she said in a saucy tone.
He laughed and eased away so he could hold her hand. “Abigail Cade, will you marry me?”
She paused. Way too damn long for Hunt’s sanity. And then she said, “I’m not sure things could get worse than they’ve been without you. Both Noah and I have been miserable.” And then Abby’s mouth turned into a smile that slowly lit up the corners of her eyes. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Life is no good without you, Hunt Cade.”
* * *
Hunt thoughthewas the most excited person to finally return with his family to the Cade estate—now his and Abby’s home—but he was wrong.
Noah barely gave him a hug, before he was tearing through the house, touching all the shiny new appliances and paint on the walls. Marking them up, of course.
“Noah,” Abby said. “No hands on the walls.”
“I don’t care,” Hunt said, and pulled her into his arms. “This house will be a home where kids can live and make messes.”
They heard Noah shouting and what sounded like him jumping up and down on one of the beds upstairs.
Abby momentarily glared at the ceiling. Then she glanced around. “It’s so pretty. I can’t believe how nice it turned out.”
“You did a great job,” he whispered, and kissed her neck. God, he’d missed the smell of her, the taste of her.
Waiting until she’d gotten off her shift to bring her here had been torture. She’d refused to call in sick, so he’d helped out Maria and taken Noah fishing.
“Maybe we should check out our bedroom,” he murmured.
Abby sighed. “We can’t. Noah’s awake.”
