Four Day Fling

He cupped the back of my neck and kissed me again. “Love you, Red.”

“Love you, hockey boy.”

And I did.

Who would have thought a four day fling could last forever?

I hadn’t, but here I was.

With forever.

I turned to Adam and smiled.

His eyes sparkled. “Marry me.”

I froze, blinking at him. “What?”

“Marry me.” He walked toward me and cupped my face. “I mean it.”

My lips parted.

Oh my God.

“I just saw you so happy. I want to see you here, in this room, happy all the time.” There was no doubt in his eyes—just love. “I mean it, Poppy. I want you to marry me.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Okay?”

I nodded.

He kissed me hard. I grinned against his lips.

“I thought you’d put up a fight,” he said.

“Nah. It’s like you once said to me: you’re rich, you’re famous, and you’re good in bed. You’re a catch.”

“Poppy, one time encountering you on a morning without coffee is one time too many.”