Moving Target (Target #3)(37)

He strides out of the room and the next thing I know, he’s in our room, closing the door behind him.

His green-eyed gaze travels down my body, making me feel so beautiful and sexy that I want to prance around the room. “Perhaps we should get a hotel for the night?”

“Already booked a room.” I hand him a small bag.

“What’s this?”

“What I am wearing later tonight.”

He opens the bag and pulls out a tube of lipstick. “I will dress to match—minus the lipstick—later tonight.”

Setting the bag to one side, he pulls me to him, his strong arms enveloping me. “Are you happy, dushka?”

“Yes.” My lips quiver and I take a deep breath when I think of how easily it would have been for us to have remained on opposite sides of the world. “ Never in a million years did I expect to find you again.”

“It is a very big world,” he agrees.

“I know you think bucket lists are silly—”

“Yours is important to you, so that makes it very serious and important to me.”

“I’m glad you think so because I finally get to cross off the last one.” Reaching to one side, I grab a pen and the faded list of items that Mario had written for me.

Marry the man of your dreams and live happily ever after.

“Tonight, let’s toast Mario. His memory should be honored.”

“This is why I love you.”

“And then I will make you forget his name.”

I giggle. “And that’s why I love you even more.”

He takes my hand in his and we leave our house, secure in our past, our present, and whatever our future will bring.