Page 253 of The Right Wrong Promise

“Damn. I thought I’d die from blue balls working at the buttons.”

“They’re fake.”

“Do you know how much I love you?” He kisses me, his mouth hot and eager, his tongue delving deeper until there’s zero doubt he intends toshow me.

I go down laughing, long and hard, this happy high that radiates from head to toe.

The kind of deep, lasting joy that blooms from the inside out.

I think I’m at capacity.

Thank you, Gramps.

All because I came to this beat-up lake house with no clue it would end in the man who’s made for me ripping off my wedding dress.

For a second, I send up one more thankful prayer.

Then Kane kisses me again, growls into my mouth, and I stop thinking of anything else at all.