Page 93 of Forty and Fighting Dirty

“We’re going to miss the draw,” I complained, laughing.

“I just asked you to marry me, and you’re worried about a raffle,” he grumbled good-naturedly, then pulled out his phone. “If I put the live stream on, will you stay here and let me make love to you?”

I dipped my head and kissed him. “Yes.”

He kissed me back, then set up the video while I got us two glasses of champagne. We watched David read out the numbers, checking our tickets in the low candlelight.

Rhett clicked his tongue in disappointment when neither of us won.

I chuckled, leaning back. Rhett’s arms were wrapped around me as I leaned my back against his chest. “It’s okay. Wealready won the lottery tonight.” I lifted my hand to show off my ring, then turned my head to meet his gaze.

Rhett’s eyes were solemn as he held me. “I love you, Piper,” he murmured.

“And I love you,” I replied. I set my champagne aside. There was one more thing we had to do up here before we rejoined the festivities downstairs. I lay down on the blanket and tugged Rhett on top of me, smiling as his eyes darkened.

My lucky dress hadn’t won me another house, but I got something much, much better.