“You’re the only one, Ginger,” he groaned into her neck then exploded inside her.
She squeezed his hands. She knew.
* * *
“You need to move in with me,” Shane said with a small groan. “This bed’s too damn small.”
She giggled. “I think it was designed for cuddling.”
“We can cuddle in my bed more comfortably.” Shane’s was a California king.
“Okay.”
“Oh, and I almost forgot…” He reached back and picked up his slacks off the floor.
“I’m not doing your laundry,” she half-joked. Unless it was cotton, she was afraid to wash anything in his closet given most of his clothes cost more than what she made in a month.
“Don’t worry. I’m not marrying you for your housekeeping.”
She started to laugh, and then froze. Her heart pounded as he pulled out the engagement ring. He kissed her knuckles, his mouth lingering over her sensitive skin, then slid the ring back on her hand. “There. Now it’s back exactly where it belongs.”
“Shane…”
“Third time’s the charm.” He smiled. “What do you say?”
“You’re right.” She smiled back. “And, yes.”
His smile turned into a huge grin. “Oh, and we’re getting married ASAP.”
“We are?”
“Yep. Don’t want Trevor to get any ideas.”
“I don’t think he will.” She paused. “Are you ever going to be able to forgive him?”
“Probably. At some point. Because you love him and you’re going to forgive him…and he’s your brother,” Shane said, then kissed her on the mouth again.
When he pulled back, she was breathless, her cheeks flushed and her body tingling with need again. “So how soon is ASAP?”
“In a week or two?”
“We should wait until Mark’s wedding at least.”
“That late?” Shane scowled. “I need to cement my future”—his fingertips traced the curve of her breast—“make sure the best thing that’s ever happened to me doesn’t get away.”
She laughed. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I’m not going anywhere,” she said with a throaty moan as his lips glided down her belly.
Epilogue
–Fifteen months later
Shane pulled Ginger behind the barn. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to drag you out of that living room?”
She giggled as his lips found the sensitive spot on her neck. Her parents had been too busy oohing and aahing over their first grandchild to let them go so easily. Besides, Rachel Pryce was not an easy baby to ignore, with her charming smile and bright eyes that were the exact carbon copy of her mother’s.
It was only because Trevor’s arrival had interrupted them that Shane had gotten a chance to get Ginger and himself out, leaving their sleeping baby in the excellent care of his in-laws.
Her laughter soon turned into a soft moan. She had no idea what she did to him these days. Motherhood suited her, and she literally glowed.