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Completely.

Right into my slippers.

He takes my left hand and lifts it between us.

“The first contract was about what you could give Shiloh. And what I could give you in return.”

He brushes his thumb over my wedding ring.

“This one is about what I promise to give you. For the rest of my life.”

I swallow.

“And what do I have to give you?”

“Nothing.”

I blink.

“Nothing?”

“You don’t have to sign it. You don’t have to agree to anything. You don’t have to do a damn thing except know that I mean every word.”

“Maverick.”

“I’ve already asked Bryant to take care of the original agreement. Your financial protections stay in place, but there’s no longer a deadline on our marriage. No end date. No thirteen years and seven months.”

He lifts my hand to his mouth.

“Just us.”

A tear slips down my cheek.

“And what if I want to promise you things too?”

His expression changes.

“Then I’d like to hear them.”

I smile.

“Well, for starters, I promise to love you.”

His eyes close for just a second.

“And Shiloh.”

He nods.

“And I promise to always make Christmas a really big deal.”

“Of course you do.”

“And to continue putting artwork on your ridiculously expensive refrigerator.”

“I assumed that was nonnegotiable.”

“It is.”