Page 71 of Worth the Vow


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“Go away,” she says, her voice muffled.

“No.”

“Come on, Dominic, just let me cry without an audience. I’ve embarrassed myself enough in front of your family this weekend.”

I follow the sound of her voice, finding her hidden behind two suitcases I’ve been meaning to move into the basement for quite some time. Crouching, I reach out, grabbing her chin, and bringing her face up so I can see her. A small amount of light from the open door allows me to see her tear stained cheeks, and I gently wipe them away.

“There hasn’t been one moment you’ve embarrassed yourself this weekend, raggio di sole.”

She huffs, blowing out a breath that feels like a warm bath along my arm. “You’re full of shit. And stop saying whatever that is.”

“No and no.”

“Huh?”

“I’m not full of shit, and I won’t stop saying what I’m saying.” I hear a little growl of annoyance, and I fight to hide my smile. My Kate is coming back, little by little.

“Why are you like this?” she says exasperatedly.

“Are you asking why I annoy you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. Because it’s fun,” I tell her cheerfully, and almost shout victoriously when she can’t contain her laugh.

“It’s fun to annoy me?”

“Obviously. As if you don’t enjoy annoying me,” I point out.

“I don’t set out with a goal in mind of annoying you.”

“Really?” I ask as I scoot closer to her and sit down, spreading my legs on her sides so she’s caged between my knees.

“Yes.”

“Care to make a wager on that?” I ask.

Her eyes narrow. “Is that how we’re going to play this? Okay. I’m game. If I win, you have to …”

I wait as she looks above my head, deep in thought. I see the moment she decides on her bet when a devilish grin spreads across her face.

“You ready for this?” Kate asks.

“Yep.”

“If I win, you have to get the kids up every day this week, and then serve me breakfast in bed.”

“Cool. A theme.”

“What?”

“We’re on theme with each other.” I wait to see when she takes the bait.

“How so?” she finally asks.

I lean forward, so my face is only an inch from hers, and say, “When I win, I get to do whatever I want … in bed … to you.”

Kate’s eyes widen as her breath hitches. “I’m failing to see a theme here, Dominic.”