Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“That was probably awkward as fuck, but you’re my guy and I love you. No one but you. There is no part of me that in any way, shape, or form wishes Elena was still in my life. You know that, right?”
He nodded. “I love you too. So much it hurts and sometimes, that scares me.”
“It’s the same for me, Chance.”
He pushed away and met my gaze. “You’ll tell me if you’re ever unhappy, won’t you? I mean, I know things get tough, and marriage won’t always feel this easy. But if you ever wake up one morning and decide you hate the spoons or the throw pillows on the sofa or wish I’d talked you out of taking an overseas client…promise me we’ll talk and work things out. I don’t ever want to lose you.”
“You’ll never lose me, Chance.” I soothed the creases at the bridge of his nose and smiled. “And you will always come first—before business, throw pillows, spoons, forks, knives…everything. My first marriage didn’t fail because I hated the silverware. It failed because we drifted. We didn’t want the same things, and we didn’t communicate. It happens to good people with good intentions. I know that. But it’s not going to happen to us. We won’t let it.”
He inclined his head in agreement. “We won’t. I think I’m a decent communicator, but if you didn’t catch on…I was trying to give a proper welcome home with wine, music, and some sexy time. The sequence of events got a little scrambled. We were supposed to eat dinner fir—the noodles!”
“I got it.” I turned off the burner and dumped the cooked spaghetti into a colander. “Looks done to me.”
Chance joined me at the sink and pulled out a single strand of spaghetti. He stuck one end between his lips and held out the other end to me. We slurped the noodle till our lips collided, Lady and the Tramp style.
We smiled as we fell into each other’s arms.
“What do you think?”
“I think I’m a lucky man, and I thank my lucky stars for giving me this Chance.” I tightened my embrace.
He chuckled softly. “That is so corny and yet…so sweet. I love you.”
I crashed my mouth over his, pouring every ounce of my being into the connection.
This man was the light of my life, the one and only person I wanted to come home to and grow old with. He was my second chance, my first choice, and the best thing that ever happened to me.
Chance was my home, and this was where I belonged.