I look up into his eyes. “I love you more. I would have done anything to keep you safe.”
His jaw tightens. “Non, jamais. Never put yourself at risk for me.”
“Then you don’t get to throw yourself at an armed man for me either,” I counter.
“What am I gonna do with you, là?” He shakes his head.
I take a chance, reaching up to touch his face. “Marry me?”
Connor pulls out his phone. “I’ll let everyone know the wedding’s back on.”
“Are you sure?” I ask carefully. “This has been a lot. If you need more time—”
“I’ve wasted enough time already,” he says firmly. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
“Nothing could stop me from marrying you,” I admit.
“Good, because I never got around to canceling the venue or caterer.”
Connor types an email while I watch over his shoulder.
Dear Friends and Family,
I apologize for the confusion. The wedding is back on as scheduled for May 17th. I will personally cover any expenses incurred due to my hasty previous email.
Meesha and I look forward to celebrating with you all.
Sincerely,
Connor Beauregard
“Sent,” he says, hitting the button.
His lips crash against mine, hungry and desperate, as though he’s been drowning and I’m his first breath of air. I respond with equal intensity, clutching his shirt to pull him closer while his hands frame my face, holding me as if I might disappear.
The moment is interrupted by his buzzing phone. Then mine. Then both simultaneously.
“Mon Dieu,” Connor mutters against my lips as we reluctantly separate.
I glance at my screen and laugh. My mother’s text is first.
“Lord, have mercy! You two trying to give me a heart attack in my old age? Come home right now so I can hug you both. Also, thank God.”
Connor shows me his phone with a text from Antonio.
Make up your damn minds, you two! My blood pressure can’t take this!
A message from Jasmine pops up.
FINALLY! Now please stay engaged this time!
Jessa’s text appears next.
You two are ridiculous and perfect for each other. So happy.
Connor pulls me back into his arms, both our phones still buzzing. “Should we answer them?”
I reach up to trace his lips with my fingertip. “Later.”
