Page 35 of Then Came Love
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She looked down at the dress. “See what?”
“Your gown. I know what it looks like.”
Her face lit up. “Tell me!”
“I’ll show you. Come on. We have to go up to the studio.” He took her hand and ran toward the hall.
“I can’t run in this! It’s a fishtail!”
He scooped her into his arms, and she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck as he carried her into the hall.
“Jax, I’m too heavy!”
“You’re perfect.”
She beamed, both of them laughing as he ran up the stairs with her in his arms, but in his heart, he was weaving a different ending to their story.
One that looked a lot like this, only she was his, and the threshold he was carrying her over wasn’t to his design studio.
