Chapter 74

“Yep.” He propped a foot on the bed and cuffed first one leg and then the other.

“And we’re…uh…we’re gonna get married?” I handed him one of my shirts.

“Yep.” He shrugged the shirt on over his shoulders and reached for a button, then paused. “You’re not getting out of it, Bascopolis, so don’t even think of trying.”

“Oh, what, you’ll slap me with a breach of promise suit?”

“Damned straight. You can’t play fast and loose with my heart.” He stood there with his hands fisted on his hips.

The shirt hung open, and I slid my arms through it and around him, drawing him against me, caressing the warm flesh of his back, scarcely aware of the scar any longer. “I love you, Wills.”

“Theo.” He wrapped his arms around me and held tight. “I knew you loved me—all the things you’ve done for me—but it was worth the hell these past two days were just to hear you say those words.”

“You never pushed me for them.”

“If they aren’t given freely, what good are they?”