Then, because she was still Isa, she added, “Also, for the record, your restraint was noble but extremely irritating.”
I laughed so hard I had to bury my face against her shoulder to muffle it.
She pinched my side.
“Ow.”
I lifted my head. “Baby, your brand is a woman who brought a ring and a financial waiver to win the boy back.”
She groaned. “I’m never living that down, am I?”
“Not a chance.”
She looked at me, eyes bright.
Then she smiled.
“I can live with that.”
I kissed her forehead.
Then her mouth.
Then the place where the bracelet rested against her wrist.
And for once, there was no almost waiting at the edge of the room.
No rules.
No performance.
No expiration date.
Just her hand in mine.
Her heart finally trusted to me.
Mine, finally trusted to her.
And midnight, whenever it came, could go straight to hell.
Epilogue
ISA- TEN MONTHS LATER…
“Are we still doing this?”Drew asked.
I looked at him across the back seat of the limo, under purple neon light, with a plastic vampire fang in my purse and a bouquet of black roses on my lap.
He wore a black suit with purple velvet lining.
No tie.
White shirt open at the throat.
The ring I’d given him in Colorado sat on his right ring finger, soon to be moved to his left.
He looked ridiculous.
