Page 116 of One Little Kiss
She cuts me off with a finger to my lips. “I need to work, Colton.”
“It doesn’t have to be at night. And I don’t have to like it.” I’m sulking, and she laughs while placing a sweet kiss on my lips. When she pulls away, it’s my turn to tell some truths. “Did you mean it when you said you’d marry me soon?”
She’s thoughtful, and I fear she’s going to take it back, but then she nods. “I did.”
“How soon?” My gaze is laser focused on hers.
A nervous laugh escapes as she rests her hands on my shoulders.
My hands land low on her hips, and I pull her in closer. I love holding her like this. “How’s Saturday for you?”
Her eyes go wide, and I’m pretty sure she isn’t breathing. “Th-This Saturday? How is that even possible?”
“Anything is possible when you’re a Westbrook, Winnie. Well, when you’re a Westbrook or have sisters-in-law who know how to get shit done.”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, but she’s smiling. “Colton. I don’t know the first thing about planning a wedding. Let alone a Westbrook wedding.”
“You can call it whatever you want, but it’s our day. You could say you want a rodeo theme, and I’d make it happen.”
“You’re insane.”
“I’m in love.”
Her lips purse, but I see her trying to hold back the emotion.
“I texted the girls while you were sleeping. Whatever you want, they’ll help make it happen. And if you don’t know what you want, they’ll help you figure it out. All you need to do is say yes.”
She glances behind me. “That’s five days from now, Colton.”
“I know.” I smirk. “I thought the girls would kill me if I gave them any less time.”
Winnie tosses her hair back and laughs. It’s happening more frequently now, and it makes my heart happy. She shrugs, resigned to my craziness. “Okay,” she says. “We’re getting married in five days.”
Without warning, I pick her up and swing her around, kissing her hard. “Five days,” I growl. “I can’t wait.”
When I set her down, her cheeks glow. “What are you doing to me, Mr. Westbrook?”
“Loving you for the rest of your life.”
Her smile cuts me to my core. I’m the luckiest bastard on earth.
“I have to get ready for work.”
“For now. We’ll talk about it after we get married,” I warn.
She places her hands on her hips. “I have to work, Colton. That won’t change with my name.”
“I know. But there are other plans we’re going to make, too.”
“Like what?”
“Like law school.”
She pulls away and fidgets with the belt on her robe. “Sometimes dreams aren’t meant to come true, Colton. I gave up on that one a long time ago.”
Grabbing her arm, I pull her back to me. “You may have, but I didn’t. After I lost you, I spent all that time imagining you in court. Every time I went to Boston, I walked around the courthouses hoping I’d run into you.”
“What?” she gasps.
