Page 44 of The Billionaire & the Virgin Chef
“That’s awesome,” I say with a smile. “I remember how much you loved to sing. You got that from Momma. And Grams passed down her love for cooking tome.”
Tears flood our eyes again, and we pull into another embrace. With my eyes locked onto Dylan through the rearview mirror, I smile. I hold my baby sister tight and rub her back the way I used to console her when we werelittle.
We have the rest of our lives to make up for losttime.
I’m whole. We both are. After what I put Dylan through, maybe he istoo.
The shattered pieces at the corner of my heart have been put back together again. Thanks to Dylan. He wanted me to have this moment. I’m overflowing with gratitude. He brought my sister back to me. He reached into that hidden part of my soul and washed it clean. He prepared me for today with his unconditional love. I can’t ever thank himenough.
I didn’t believe I could love him any more than I alreadydo.
But God, I reallydo.
As we arrive at the Hamptons resort, I let go of Joy for a moment. Reaching over to him, I rest my head on his shoulder. “I’m so gonna thank you for this later,” I say for only him to hear and he smiles, kissing my cheek. “Let’s set a date for the wedding. I can’t wait to be Mrs. EmilyWorthington.”
