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“Let’s do it,” she says excitedly. “Maybe not this next year, but the year after. I can launch my line, we can settle down a bit, and then…we can plan the perfect wedding.”
“Sounds perfect,” I purr.
And then I kiss myfiancéeand wife—wholeheartedly and unabashedly.
EPILOGUE
THE FOUNTAIN, PART TWO
Estelle
Five months later, Paris
“Where are you taking me?” I ask Miles, trying to peek through the black, silk ribbon he has tied around my eyes. Just as the words leave my mouth, the car comes to a slow stop, and I hear Miles get out on his side, opening my door a few seconds later.
“Watch your step,” he says, placing an arm around my shoulder as we exit the black SUV.
“Are you choosing to ignore me, or are you going deaf in your old age?” I tease, referencing his birthday dinner with my father from earlier tonight. We were celebrating a few things. The launch of VeRue next week, Miles’s birthday, and our six-month anniversary.
“Thirty-seven is not old.” He sniffs, and I can’t help but smile as I blindly walk…somewhere. “And yes, I am choosing to ignore you.”
“Fine,” I retort, clutching onto his white dress shirt. “But if I fall on my arse because I can’t see—”
“I’m not going to let you fall, butterfly,” he grits out. “There’s a step here,” he says quickly, slowing us down until I’m over the curb.
“Having my eyes covered is making me nauseous,” I say quickly, feeling slightly motion sick.
“We’re almost there.”
Pressing my lips together, I take a few deep breaths to settle my stomach. A minute of walking blindly later, he slows us down, and I hear water splashing nearby. He lets me go, and I hear him begin to walk away.
“Miles,” I warn.
“One second,” he says from several feet away. “I’ll tell you when to untie your blindfold.”
I smile as I wait for his command.
I know where we are.
I knew where we were going when he said he had a surprise for me.
It’s sweet, and though it’s a little predictable, I can’t help but fall in love with him even more.
“Okay, take it off.”
I do as he says, already smiling when the Fountain of Warsaw at Les Jardins du Trocadero comes into view—as does the twinkling Eiffel Tower behind him.
“The lights!” I squeal, pointing to the tower. “God, it’s so dreamy when the lights are on, isn’t it?”
When I look at Miles, he’s watching me with consternation, and he’s completely naked.
“I’m not sure if I should be offended or amused that you noticed the Eiffel Tower before me, but—”
I bark out a laugh and cover my mouth. The lights are shining down on the water and my husband in it, sparkling against his scars and lighting up his eyes. He looks…nervous. And a little bit uncomfortable. There are a lot more people around tonight than there were a year and a half ago, so a few people have already stopped and stared at Miles as he ducks down beneath the surface, eyes narrowed.
There’s a pile of discarded clothes by the edge.
“Darling, I’m so proud of you,” I coo, walking closer to the fountain.
