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I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like he shed a tear. He quickly wiped his eyes. “Thank you for giving me a second chance. I’ll prove myself to you.”

“There is nothing to prove,” I said as I cried. He had proven himself, and I had hurt him.

Then I pressed my lips to his, and he kissed me.

Warren was everything I ever wanted. His kiss made me forget it all.

A ring in the air brought me back to reality. He picked up his phone and said, “Jeff’s calling.”

I held it in my hand. “It’s late.”

“He was working on your case.”

I’d left my phone in the other room. I picked it up, and we greeted one another with fast hellos. Then I jumped in and said, “I thought you needed till tomorrow.”

“I had the judge review your case and showed the video from the gossip site.”

My heart lifted. I’d never had so much help so fast. “And?”

I held Warren’s hand. With him, I was truly free. His gaze made me warm as his brother droned on. “The order was rescinded under false documentation, and your ex is being questioned on why he went to such lengths,” Jeff said.

I tensed and lifted my chin. “I don’t care what happens to Romeo, but I don’t wish him harm. I just want him gone for good.”

“I can safely say you’re fine now,” Jeff said.

I listened as he said goodbye. We were done. I hung up and gave Warren back his phone.

He kissed my forehead. “So what do you want to do?”

Our life together was my choice and no one else’s. I cupped his face. “I want you to come to bed and hold me.”

“Anything.” He walked with me back to that bedroom.

Together, we weren’t alone. He loved me, and I loved him. It was enough.

47

Warren

Kerry slept, but when the sun rose, I realized how much I needed to show her that I needed her in my life.

She’d forgiven me and was there with me, and I needed to prove to her that I meant what I said.

So I called a jeweler downstairs who often worked with my mother, and she brought me exactly what I described. I went for a star cut because she was my angel.

Then I made her breakfast, including coffee. I wasn’t a good chef, but the eggs weren’t too bad.

The jeweler rang, and I buzzed her in. I met her at the door and signed for the ring.

As I closed the door, Kerry walked over and pointed to the bag.

I tensed. I’d intended to set up a bigger proposal, but she asked, “What’s this?”

I handed her the bag, as I wasn’t sure what else to do. “An engagement ring.”

She opened the bag. “Are you serious?”

I nodded. “We can go as fast or as slow as you want, but my parents are dying to meet you, and I want to take you to Italy.”