“Emma?”
I look at Finn.He’s waiting.What’s he waiting for?My heart’s in my throat.
Oh!
“Yes,” I whisper.I throw myself into his arms.
CHAPTER 87
Finn
I wake up naturally.Emma is next to me, her long hair fanned luxuriously on my arm.Her left hand is curled in sleep, the stunning diamond and emerald in platinum sparking in even the dimmest light.She’s sleeping on her side, facing away from me.I can hear her breathing.She’s deep in sleep.
I lie still for a few minutes, appreciating the moment.A strong profound sense of comfort fills me.And something else…
Happiness.I’m truly happy.
It’s not an everyday kind of happiness, either.It’s more like afuck yeah!feeling.Excitement.Hope.Optimism.
I’ve won the lotto of love and sex and peace, and the winning numbers are 36-24-35.
I crack myself up.
But I need to get out of bed.I have a big morning planned, full of surprises for Emma, and I don’t want to screw it up.I lift the duvet off me as carefully as possible so I don’t wake her.I sneak a peek of her body under the duvet before I reluctantly cover her once more.
A body like that should never be covered.Her shapely legs, the round and full heart-shaped ass, the curve of her hips, that elegant back that should be on display for the good of humanity if nothing else.
Not all humanity, of course.Just me.
She moved into my room a week ago.I’ve been a single man for a lot of years, and I’ve never shared this room in this house withanyone.But adding Emma’s belongings to my closet, her toiletries to my bathroom, her presence when I wake and when I go to sleep, have all come naturally and seamlessly.
I wasn’t exaggerating when I told Emma that we are each other’s destiny.We are.All of this was supposed to happen.
I stretch my hands above my head silently, as I take one last look at the sleeping beauty in my bed.Our bed.
Turning on my heel, I head for the bathroom and take a sailor’s shower.I’m not going for a run today because there’s too much to do.Since I fired Emma, and since she agreed to be my wife, we’ve been trying to decide who does what in the house.
Scratch that.I’vebeen trying to decide, not her.She wants to continue as before, and complains if I try to clean up or, heaven forbid, cook.And I feel guilty if she does my laundry.
We’ll figure it out.Together.
All I want is for Emma to be happy.I’ll do anything to make her happy, to keep her happy.
After my shower, I manage to get downstairs without waking Emma or Jasmine.Outside, I take the SUV and drive out of the ranch and into town.As I drive through the gate to turn onto the main road, the sun comes up, shooting golden light over the land.
“It’s going to be a hot one.”I make a mental note to check the climate controls in the horse barn and turn on the fans in the stables when I return.
Once in town, I spot the man I have an appointment with.As I approach in the car, he yawns into the back of his hand and checks his watch.Honking twice, I park on the street and hop out.
“Sorry about the early hour,” I tell him.
“Not a problem, Mr.MacLaine,” he says.His eyes are bloodshot, and he forgot to comb one side of his head.It’s a very early appointment.
“So everything is installed?”
“Everything’s done.We left the front untouched, just as you asked.”
“Wonderful.Thank you.Here.”I hand him a business card.“Call my assistant in San Diego, and she’ll set you up on the fifty-yard line for the Raiders.”
