Page 123 of Mr. Fixer Upper
“Well, if you’re gonna overlook all the good stuff, then yeah.”
The smile felt like it would split her face. “I was just making sure before I said yes.”
“Yes? You’re saying yes?” Gannon stared hard at her.
“I’m saying hell yes.” She threw herself into his arms, and he caught her, swinging her around.
“Thank fucking god. I thought I was going to throw up.”
She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. “Please tell me the bedroom is finished.”
His gaze warmed. “Let’s go look,” Gannon said, carrying her toward the stairs.
“Wait! I want the ring on.”
“I’ll put it on when you’re not wearing anything else,” he promised, jogging up the stairs with her in his arms.
“Gannon? Thank you for not putting this on camera.”
He squeezed her a little tighter. “They’ve had enough pieces of us. This is just for you and me, princess.”
EPILOGUE
“I hate wearing these things,” Gannon scowled at his reflection in the hotel mirror as if he was in pain. His fingers were trying to loosen the tie he’d just tightened.
“But you look so good in them.” Paige stroked her hands over the broad shoulders under his black suit jacket.
He snagged her wrist and pulled her around to face the mirror in front of him. “Speaking of looking good.” He nibbled at her neck.
“Donotleave a mark,” she ordered. “We’re not going to a wedding with me sporting a hickey.”
“What if it’s in a place that no one else will see?” Gannon asked, his fingers edging the wide strap of her blush pink dress off her shoulder.
“Why are we going to a wedding again when we could be spending the afternoon in bed?” he asked tasting her skin and drawing a crop of goose bumps to the surface.
Paige dropped her head back against his shoulder and smiled. “Not everyone wants to elope like we did, Mr. King.”
“Mmm. Mrs. King. I still like the sound of that,” he murmured, slipping one hand into the deep V at the front of her dress.
“You should be getting used to it by now,” Paige teased, spinning in his arms to wrap hers around his neck. “It’s been ten months. I think we can spare a few hours outside the bedroom.”
“You’re not going to make me feel guilty about wanting to spend as much time with you as I can before you have to take off on your screening tour.”
Her documentary, shot over an intense three-month period, was finally wrapping up in post-production and due to debut in a month’s time. Her baby was being brought to life, and it was better than she’d ever dreamed. And her directorial debut season ofKings of Constructionhad the highest ratings so far that the show had ever seen.
“It was my understanding that you’d be accompanying me on my tour,” Paige said, biting at his bottom lip.
“Of course I’m going. But it’s going to be like shooting Kings all over again. I’ll never have you all to myself.”
She laughed and pulled him closer. “We made do then. We’ll make do again.” She felt his fingers at the zipper of her dress.
“Don’t even think about it,” Paige warned. “We’re already late.”
“Where are you going?” he demanded when she made a dash for the door.
“Upstairs to my office. I just wanted to check my email again before we go.” Gannon had outfitted one of the bedrooms on the fourth floor into a state-of-the-art office for her and Becca. They’d nicknamed it heaven and had spent hours and hours up there filming interviews and reviewing footage.
“Don’t even think about it,” Gannon teased. “We’re already late.”
