Page 49 of One More Kiss

I grab the paper off the nightstand and hand it to her. It explains all about the photos for charity.

As she reads it, her anger dissipates. She flicks her gaze up to mine.

"Oh."

I don't say anything.

"I wasn't able to get a phone for like three days. I had some issues with my dad."

"Shit."

"Yeah, but it's not why you think," she says.

"It never is."

We stare at each other.

"So, we were both wrong," I tell her.

She nods. "We were."

"You need to trust me, Jen. I married you. I promised forever and I meant it."

She has the decency to look sheepish. "I wasn't sure what to think because we hadn't talked since that night."

"Phone problems and bullshit gossip sites."

"Yeah," she agrees. "But really, a courier?"

I chuckle. "I had to get your attention."

"Jesus, Zane. You've had my attention since we were kids."

It's my turn to look sheepish. "I didn't know if you regretted that night."

"Please. I wouldn't have said 'I do' if I didn't mean it.”

"Same."

She licks her lips and I watch the movement. Fuck.

"What now?" she asks.

"Now?" I ask and she nods. "Now you get naked and into my bed for some make-up sex."

"I've never had make-up sex before," she tells me seriously.

"Me neither. This can be the start of a short honeymoon, and after the tour we'll take a nice long, relaxing—"

"Sex-filled honeymoon," she finishes.

"Exactly."

"I'm so glad you kissed me that night."

"Me too."

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