Page 151 of Take My Love

He hums.

I smile. “I love you.”

He tightens his arms around me and my head falls back on his shoulder.

“Can I tell you somethin’?” he murmurs.

“Of course.”

“I know I say how much you mean to me all the time, but just in case you aren’t sick of hearin’ it yet, you’re my whole world, baby. The love of my life. I’d be nothin’ without you, and I hope I never have to experience being without you again. I wanna make you my wife someday and be your husband. Make some babies. Maybe even get a puppy. Either way, the only future I see is with you in it.”

My heart swells at words every woman loves hearing. Turning my head, I capture his lips and slip my tongue between them.

“Can we get another rat instead of a dog? They’re less maintenance.”

His chest vibrates with laughter. “Is that all you took from that?”

Giggling, I shift my body so we’re face to face and straddle his lap. I rub the P pendant on his chain between my thumb and finger, admiring how hot it looks on him.

“No, I gathered that you’re a very lucky man.”

“You’re right about that.”

“But I’m also a very lucky girl.”

“Also correct.”

Beaming, I wrap my arms around his neck. “And I can’t wait to be your wife and have your babies someday.”

After the busiest holiday season Langston Soapworks has ever had, I’m more than ready to rot on the couch for the next two weeks.

Over three thousand packages went out in the month of December, most of them with several bars of soap in their order. It was too much for the two of us, so I recruited extra help.

Amaya and I set up an assembly line with Bellamy, Mom, Aunt JoJo, and Maisie, which increased the packaging speed and number of boxes we could finish in a night.

When our videos started going viral a few months ago, weamped up our production to be sure we had enough stock and ended up selling out of everything.

Usually I’d work in between Christmas and New Year’s to get ahead for the Valentine’s Day drop, but Amaya and I need a well-deserved break. Plus, I want to spend as much time with Silas and our families as possible.

“Hey, did you dump out my Frosted Sugar Cookie coffee creamer?” Silas asks, walking into the bedroom with the container in his hand.

“You know I don’t touch that flavored crap.”

It took him ten minutes at the grocery store to decide between that and the Peppermint Mocha flavor. Eventually, I chose for him.

“You must’ve used it up yesterday.”

“No, it was half full.” He stares at it, looking confused as hell. “I don’t understand what could’ve happened.”

“Maybe Marjorie didn’t like the smell.” I shrug, sinking deeper under the covers.

It’s my first official day of vacation, but Silas insists on working from home for the rest of the week so he doesn’t get behind. He’s been filling out more bids, keeping up with the budget spreadsheets for the childcare center, and contacting the contractors to make sure they stay on schedule.

Even though he’s working more hours than he did at the farm, I can tell he loves doing this a lot more. He’s great with people, has an outgoing personality, and can sweet-talk anyone with his charm.

“What does that mean?” he asks. “Ghosts can smell?”

“I assume so. She once blew out one of my scented candles.”