Truth (Betrothed #10) - Penelope Sky Page 0,87
to me.”
He grabbed another flower then came closer to me, dragging the petal down my arm, looking at me with those handsome blue eyes. He nodded to the house. “Want to see the master bedroom?”
I smiled when I understood what he was really asking. “I’d love to.”
We lay in bed together in the bedroom where we would soon live. The two flowers were on the sheets beside us because Heath liked to see them on top of me when he made love to me, the yellow petals complementing my olive skin.
Now he rested beside me, his hand holding mine on his chest.
“I have an idea…”
“There’s no food here. Sorry.”
“No,” I said with a chuckle. “I was thinking…what if we get married here?”
“It’s pretty cold to get married outside.”
“We could get married in the greenhouse…”
He turned his head toward me, regarding me with his unreadable gaze. “It’s pretty small.”
“We can fit my family and yours in there.”
“I thought you’d want a big wedding.”
“Not anymore.” I just wanted to get married. I just wanted to be with this man forever. We could have a bigger ceremony in the summer if we wanted to, but being husband and wife, that couldn’t wait. “What do you think of my idea?”
“Baby, I’d marry you in the pouring rain.”
“Yeah?” I scooted closer to him.
“Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “When do you want to do this?”
“I don’t know… Saturday?”
“Really?” he asked in surprise. “Don’t you need to get a dress or something?”
“I’m gonna wear my mother’s.”
His eyes softened. “That’s sweet. I’m sure you’ll look beautiful.”
“I will,” I said with a smile.
“I’ll spend the week moving.”
“Moving?” I asked. “Where are you going?”
“Moving our stuff in here. Getting rid of your apartment. Getting this place cleaned up. Putting groceries in the fridge…”
“You think you can do it in a week?”
“If my brother helps. You can stay with Damien while I handle everything.”
“Wait, what?” I asked. “What do you mean by that?”
“Stuff is gonna be all over the place.”
“Where you sleep, I sleep.”
He smiled. “Thought it could be romantic…if we sleep apart until Saturday.”
“That’s a long way away…five days.”
“It’s the only time we’ll ever have to wait. Besides, I want to get this place fixed up for you. So, on Saturday…it’ll be your home.”
I wrapped my arm around his waist and moved closer into his side, my face pressed into his neck. “I’m so excited. I’ve never been so excited in my entire life.”
Twenty-Three
Heath
Balto taped the box of my clothes shut with duct tape then wrote on the side with permanent marker. Asshole’s clothes.
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll get you back for that someday.”
“We aren’t moving.” He picked up the box and set it on the table.
“Really? Your son is never gonna play outside?” I picked up my box and set it next to his.
“Let me worry about my family, alright?” He wiped the sweat away from his forehead with the back of his arm. “We’ve got the clothes and essentials. What about the guns?”
“I’ll leave most of them here.”
“The furniture?”
“The place is already furnished.”
“Alright. So, we just need to do Catalina’s place?”
“Yeah.”
“And then make a few repairs?”
We’d been working nonstop every day, getting the new place ready. I continued to sleep here—alone. It sucked, but it would be worth it on Saturday. “If you’ve got things to do, I can ask someone else.”
“No. Just wanted to get our ducks in a row.” He picked up another box and set it on top. “So, you’re getting married on Saturday. Getting cold feet?”
I looked him in the eye after I straightened. “No.”
“Everything’s changing. You’re moving, saying goodbye to this place, agreeing to have a woman at your side day in and day out…”
“Yes. I understood all of that when I asked her to marry me.”
“It’s a big commitment.” He seemed to be testing me. “And we need to have a bachelor party.”
“My whole life has been a fucking bachelor party.”
He chuckled.
“So, did I pass?”
He grabbed his beer and took a drink, sweat stains on his t-shirt. “Yeah…looks like you did.”
“I thought Damien was supposed to grill me?”
“It’s my job too. Catalina is my little sister now.” He leaned against the table, holding the bottle by the neck. “And I want to make sure you aren’t making a mistake. You haven’t known her long.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m ready.”
He gave me a grin. “Good. That’s all I wanted to know.”
Balto was on his hands and knees, ripping up loose pieces of the floorboards to repair them in the entryway.
I removed the