“Sure. You basically had to mother me when we were married. I was like a fucking toddler back then.”
“I’m not so sure I did such a great job.”
He shrugged, giving me one of his enigmatic grins. “Yeah…well, I was an impossible case.” He backed away, giving me a salute. “Until next time. Send me baby pics, okay?”
I nodded, watching him walk away. That hadn’t gone like I’d expected. I guessed I wasn’t the only one who was changing.
“Hey, Craig?”
My perpetually serious security guard aimed his attention at me. “Yes, Ms. Ashwood?”
“I’m ready to move on.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
As Mac walked me to work, that same feeling of giddy anticipation I had felt in the limo in Vegas fluttered in my chest. I couldn’t wait for tonight. I couldn’t wait to propose to my husband.