Finale

by Becca Fitzpatrick

Page 53

  His words filled my heart to the brim. I loved him in a way I’d never be able to express in words. He was part of me. And I was part of him. Tethered together for the rest of eternity. I leaned in and kissed him. “I just might take you up on your offer. A quaint countryside inn, you say?”

  Cadillac is parked out front, or I’ve got a motorcycle out back, Patch spoke to my thoughts. Traditional departure or escape?

  I, personally, had had enough tradition for one day. Escape.

  Patch scooped me into his arms, and I shrieked with joy as he carted me toward the back of the church. We swung onto his motorcycle and rocketed up the road, flying over the green hills toward the inn.

  Inside our cozy, private room, I reached up and tugged on his silk necktie, undoing the knot. “You dress to impress,” I said approvingly.

  “No, Angel. ” He leaned in, his teeth softly grazing my ear. “I undress to impress. ”