“Yes, you are.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Tate.” A yellow heart came next. “Oooooh, Kiss Me!”
Tate happily complied.
“So what was your second question?”
Tate grinned. “Now that our not-so-friendly biker Godfather has stated we are under his protection and declared you to be my woman—will you honor his request and be mine?” There was humor in his voice, but his expression was serious.
Dace dropped her gaze to the white conversation heart nestled in her hand, and then raised her eyes to meet his gaze. Wordlessly, she held out her palm.
I Love You was stamped on the heart in pink letters.
Tate tilted his head to read the heart, and then smiled. He dipped his head and nibbled the candy out of her hand, and then kissed her palm.
“I take it that means yes?”
Dace gave him a Cheshire cat grin before replying to his question. “Oh, I see some definite possibilities…”
A word about the author…
Brandy lives with her family—her husband and two spoiled furbabies—in the cold Midwest. When she isn’t reading, writing, editing, or connecting with fans on social media, she loves experimenting with nail art, making jewelry, and jumping on her hubby’s Harley for a ride.
http://www.authorbrandywilson.com
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