by Wendy Warren
“You weren’t that big a jackass—”
“Yes, I was.”
He looked sincere and contrite, and she realized this was another apology for the will and that he had to get it off his chest, even though she was ready to move on. “Okay, have it your way.”
“Thank you. So I was going to stay away for a couple of days while I figured out how to make a very dramatic statement about how much I love you.”
“Really.” She smiled brightly. He said it! “And what did you come up with?”
Dean raised a brow, wry with regret. “Nothing like what you came up with. I’m going to have to go back to the drawing board.”
“Please don’t.”
Dean shoved his hands in his pockets, a huge disappointment when Rosemary wanted them around her. “You can’t get to know someone who’s deceiving you. So obviously I have a lot of work ahead, introducing myself to my wife. Becoming the best friend she wants and deserves.”
A thrill shot through Rosemary, from her skin all the way down to her soul.
“That sounds time-consuming,” she said.
“Bound to be.” He nodded solemnly. “Labor-intensive, too. Is your schedule clear?”
“You bet.” She nodded back, just as solemnly, picturing weekends at the coast…staying up all night to make love…a hundred second honeymoons…. Heaven. “Of course, five months from now your daughter will have something to say about our free time.”
“Daughter.” Dean’s solemn expression softened to the boyish, wonder-filled sweetness she knew reflected the best of his heart. “A girl?”
Rosemary feared her face might not be big enough to host the smile that stretched across it. But her throat tightened when she saw the telltale sparkle fill her husband’s eyes.
“With her mother’s curls,” he said, reaching out—finally!—to gather Rosemary into his arms.
“And your eyes, I hope.” She snuggled against him. “I think I’ll teach her to talk gangsta.”
Dean’s chest bounced beneath her ear. “Librarian gangsta.”
Rosemary socked him lightly. They kissed until it was time to come up for air then she leaned back and said, “Want to begin getting to know each other really well?”
Brushing the curls off her forehead, Dean nodded, a man who knew exactly what he wanted and understood that he already had it. “We’ve got at least fifty years of intense work ahead of us. May as well get started.”
“May as well.”
Rosemary grinned. Once upon a time, she’d chased a fairy tale. Now she stood squarely in the middle of reality and it was everything she’d ever dreamed. Plus a whole lot more.
ISBN: 978-1-4268-8808-3
SOMETHING UNEXPECTED
Copyright © 2011 by Wendy Warren
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*Family Business
†Logan’s Legacy Revisited
**Home Sweet Honeyford
