“Stop,” Paisley begged.
Beck chuckled. “Sorry, Pais.” He wanted to kiss Eve for a long, long time but luckily Paisley went to bed around eight-thirty. He could control himself until then. He did have to ask though, staring deeply into Eve’s eyes. “Soon?”
Eve laughed and that glorious sound filled him up. “Tomorrow?” she said.
Beck’s insides overflowed with a warmth that was partially the physical desire Eve stirred in him, but mostly the desire to be the man worthy of her. She loved him and she wanted to marry him tomorrow? He could hardly believe it. Especially as he’d sensed many times that she needed to go slow, learn to trust him, and really know he would be there for her. “Are you serious?”
She laughed again. “No.”
He felt the letdown but it was okay. He could be patient, for Eve. He could wait a year if she wanted to plan some fancy, huge wedding. He’d hate it, but he could wait.
“Isaac’s not in the country,” she said. “Some secret Special Ops mission.”
She wanted her family there, of course, she did. “It’s fine, love. We can wait as long as you need.”
She gave him a mischievous grin that filled him with happiness. “But I’m pretty sure he’s got time off next weekend. What do you think of August sixteenth for a wedding date? That’s Saturday, right?”
The warmth that rushed over Beck now was close to an explosion. She trusted him, she would get married quickly, for him. It was a better gift than any present he’d ever received on August sixteenth. “That’s my birthday.”
“Oh. No.” Her mouth pursed and he got distracted for a second, wanting to kiss her. “That won’t work.”
“Yes, it will. You and Paisley will be the best birthday present in the world.”
It hit him like an unseen sucker punch that he would also get his inheritance and be able to give it to children throughout the world. He’d have to tell Eve all about that. He looked into her blue, glistening eyes. Tomorrow. They were both emotionally drained right now. Tonight they’d eat takeout, snuggle and watch a movie, and then kiss the night away after Paisley fell asleep. Tomorrow was soon enough to tell her he’d inherit billions on their wedding day. He knew she wouldn’t care about the money and would agree to use it for charitable purposes. She was so perfect for him.
“August sixteenth then,” she said.
She leaned closer and Beck wasted no time kissing those tempting lips until Paisley pushed in close. “‘That’ll do, son, that’ll do’,” she said in the imitation of some movie he couldn’t think of right now.
Beck and Eve pulled apart and both laughed. “All right little Princess,” he smiled down at Paisley, “What kind of takeout should we order?”
She wrinkled her nose. “McDonald’s!”
He and Eve shared a glance. “Try again,” Eve said.
“Ah, crap. How’s about pizza? And a salad for Mama?”
“Better.”
Beck carried Paisley to the couch and they all settled in together. Together. That was all he wanted. Together with his girls.