“I know, my love, so am I.”
“When we got fake married, I remember waking up next to you and just panicking. I can’t believe we’re here now. It’s only been a couple of years, but it feels like forever. In a good way.”
“Glad you clarified.”
June wrapped her arms around Brock’s neck and he gave her a slow, lingering kiss that left little doubt that he was indeed serious about making her very, very late for her baby shower. When she pulled away, she smiled softly at him, all the love on earth etched into her features. She was so beautiful, so very beautiful, it hurt. In a good way. Always in a good way.
“I love you. I’m really glad that I lost that bet that night and we wound up married to each other in the most wild, crazy, unexpected turn of events.”
“Me too. God, me too.”
She winked at him then, before she turned, grabbed her purse off the bed, and waved. He stood still, watching her go, wondering what the heck that meant. Had she remembered something about that night? She’d lost to him… didn’t she?
Brock let out a slow, deep laugh. Either way, win or lose, he’d hit the ultimate jackpot that night, every single night after, and every single night to come.