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I’m a saint.

Spending two nights sleeping next to the woman who drives me crazy with lust and not acting on it is a fucking miracle.

Definitely a saint.

Or a masochist.

Maybe both?

All I know is after today, keeping my hands to myself is going to be harder. Because in the next hour, Vivian Lenore Garnett will become Vivian Lenore Ralston.

Mrs. Easton Talbot Ralston.

She’ll be my wife and the world will expect me to show it. And I’m not talking about the rock I’m about to put on her finger.

I’m talking PDA.

And if I have my way, lots and lots of PDA.

Of course I’m not expecting Vivi to be on board with that just yet. I plan to woo her.

Two nights ago I told her I wanted to make up for all the things her parents failed at and the biggest one is loving her unconditionally.

Yes, she’s a little awkward at times. Blunt to the point of brutal. But I like that about her. She isn’t going to kiss my ass toplease me. That kind of behavior is why I’ve spent over two years celibate.

Fawning women are a complete turn off.

I like a woman with a mind of her own. Independent and capable, my ideal woman would see me as a complement to herself, not who she is.

Unfortunately, as I’ve gotten older—richer—the only women looking my way are fake and more interested in my bank account than me.

Vivi isn’t like that.

And in—I glance at my watch—fifty minutes, she’ll be my wife.

“What are you grinning at?”

Looking at the woman beside me, I can’t help but smile wider. “You.”

“Me?”

“Yes. You.”

The frown she gives me makes me laugh.

“I’m happy to be doing this with you.”

“I’d hope so. This might be a marriage of?—”

“Nope. Not convenient. Real.”

“Easton.”

I twist to face her and take one of her hands in both of mine. “Look. I know we’re rushing this so we can adopt Cade, but it’s not the only reason I’m happy to put a ring on your finger and you know that. I’m not expecting you to dive into this as deep as I am, but I am expecting you to give it,us, a chance.”

“You want to pretend?—”

“No. No pretending. The things I want to do with you are probably illegal in some states.”