Page 25 of The London Chance

A wide grin split his face in two. “Could the animals speak back?”

“Well…okay, sure.”

“Then I’d definitely want to speak to animals.”

“Of course you would.” I ruffled his hair affectionately and kissed him again. “I noticed the roses on the table. Is this the actual one-year anniversary of our terrible date?”

Chance snickered. “No, that was yesterday. This is the anniversary of the morning after. If I was a sentimental kind of guy, I’d serve you bacon and toast, but you love my spaghetti.”

I nodded. “I do. And I love you.”

“I love you too. And I always will.”

I believed him. I liked to think that past heartache and pain made it possible to know the real thing when it came along. And this was real. I was grateful for a second chance at love and a forever that I knew would last. With my Chance.