The Virgin Gift(47)

“Thank you,” I said, emotion clogging my throat.

She shot me a stern stare. “No crying. Not till you’re Mrs. Adam Larkin.”

I couldn’t wait to be his officially.

But truth be told, I’d been his since that first night when he found the list.

As I walked down the aisle, Miss Sheridan beamed, whispering, “I knew it,” when I passed her. I smiled back, and then my eyes were only on the beautiful man waiting for me, as he watched me walk to him. I felt radiant, knowing we had a lifetime of lists and love ahead of us.

When the justice of the peace pronounced us man and wife, Adam drew me in for a deep, possessive kiss.

Yes, this was the man I’d fallen for.

And now he was my husband.

My always.





Later that night at the reception, it was time to toss the bouquet.

I faced the other way as the single women gathered behind me. On the count of three, I sent my bouquet of daisies flying. I expected to see Ella clutching it, but I was shocked to turn around and find the flowers in the hands of a very surprised Kate.

While Jake stared at her knowingly.

That was interesting.

I’d have to find out what that was all about.

But tonight was mine and Adam’s, so I pulled my husband in for a dance, thrilled to be in his arms where I belonged.



THE END