Carys walked into the private suite of their new apartment, smiling as she watched Rafi unbutton his jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair.
“How do you feel, my wife?”he asked, drinking in the vision of her wedding gown made of silver satin and shimmering pearls.
Carys beamed, tilting her head to the side.“I feel…married.Happy!Like I’m in some sort of dream,” she confessed.
Rafi laughed, moving closer and placing his hand on her slightly round belly.“Wedding just now.Baby in a few months.Are things happening too fast?”
She grinned, shaking her head.“Not at all,” she assured him, sliding her arms up over his dress shirt.“In fact, I love that you were so eager to marry me.”
He started swaying to the music in his head.“I had to.You’re a flight risk.”
Carys froze, then burst out laughing.“I amnot!”
“You are,” he teased, lowering his head to nuzzle her neck.“I’m waiting for the day when you’ll run away from me.”
Carys shook her head, a smile lingering on her lips.“Never.You’re stuck with me forever.”
He nipped at her earlobe.“Then you’ve got me forever too,” he vowed.“I love you.”
“I love you too!”she whispered, more touched by his words than she thought possible.“Forever.”
A moment later, Rafi discovered that his lovely, amazing wife…was wearing thigh high, white leather, spike-heeled boots underneath her wedding dress!
He backed up a step, eyes wide as he took in those boots.“I knew I married a woman with dangerous curves, but I didn’t think they came with weapons attached.”
Carys grinned.“Welcome to forever, husband.Try to keep up.”
