Page 28 of The Tiger King's Christmas Bride

“A little,” she confessed, “but really I’m excited.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes,” she bit her lower lip in a way that made him ache to soothe the abused skin, “I can’t wait to start my life with you.”

“Me neither,” he agreed and it was true.

He’d never expected to have a whirlwind romance when he’d left earlier the day before, but here he was, the Tiger King of Manhattan with his own Christmas Bride!

“Merry Christmas,” he said and captured her lips one more time before leading the way to his private elevator.

It would be some time before they were alone, so Dean pushed the stop button and showed her just how delightful small spaces and city life could really be.

“Love you, mate.”

“I love you,” she sighed into his embrace and Dean forgot everything but her.

Right then, she was the only thing in the world that mattered to him.

As it should be, thought his Tiger approvingly.

The end.