Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
When our drinks arrive, he raises his in a small toast. “To you, Faith,” he says softly, love shining in his eyes as he clinks our glasses together.
“How are you so perfect?” I say, sipping each of my drinks. I can’t decide which one is best. They’re both insanely good.
“You’re the perfect one, baby,” he argues, and I nudge him under the table playfully.
When our food arrives, it’s just as incredible as everyone says. Between the restaurant and the company, plus the success of the day, this is easily one of the best days of my life.
“I don’t think today could get any better.” I sigh happily as I finish my bite of decadent chocolate lava cake.
Ford chuckles, raising a brow at me. “Oh really? Well, that’s a challenge I’ll gladly take,” he says, standing and pulling the chair out for me too.
I take his hand, and he leads me out to the balcony, which is surprisingly empty of anyone except us. The night air is cool but not cold, and I smile as a soft breeze blows my hair away from my face.
“It’s stunning,” I sigh happily, looking out onto the city below. From up this high, the lights sparkle like fairy lights, and the last rays of the sun are glowing just beneath the horizon, making the scene feel like something out of a movie.
“Truly beautiful,” Ford agrees, but when I turn to him, he’s not looking out over the city, his gaze is locked on me. At this moment, I don’t think I could possibly love this man any more than I do … but then he drops to one knee.
“Oh my God!” I squeal automatically, slapping my hand over my mouth in total shock.
Ford grins at me as he holds up a black velvet box in one hand, opening it to reveal a shining diamond so bright it makes the city below look dull. My gaze is torn between the ring and the man I love, emotions bubbling up fast inside me. Shock, joy, and pure love surround me, and it takes me a minute to hear what Ford’s saying.
“Faith Thatcher,” he says, my name sounding ethereal on his tongue, “from the moment we met, I knew you’d be a force to be reckoned with, and I’ve never been so glad to be right.”
I can’t help but laugh at that because it’s true, after all.
“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m in love with every aspect of you,” Ford continues, and I feel my eyes start to sting with emotion. “I love your sass, your intelligence, your passion. Every day, I’m thankful for you calling that meeting to chew my ass out over your budget.”
“It worked out!” I agree, through joy and happy tears.
“That it did. Faith, baby, I have a question for you,” he says, his smile as wide as mine. “Will you marry me?”
I’m already nodding before he gets to finish his question. “Yes! Yes, oh my God, of course I will.”
He slides the ring onto my finger, a perfect fit, the princess-cut diamond glittering through my teary eyes. Seconds later, he’s on his feet and I’m in his arms, kissing him and spinning around as, through the windows, we hear people clap and cheer for us.
There are no words for how happy I am, but I know Ford will spend the rest of our lives making me feel this way.
I can’t wait.
EPILOGUE
FORD
Two Years Later
After two years of being engaged and planning, Faith and I finally got married a week ago. Of course, Faith’s best friend, Natalie, was Faith’s maid of honor and did a whole speech about the mis-sent text and how we got together that had me rolling in laughter and Faith blushing furiously. The day was utterly perfect, but from the second I saw my wife in that white dress, I just wanted to be alone with her to show her exactly how much I love her. Thankfully, now that we’re on our honeymoon, I have ample time to do just that.
St. Lucia is absolutely gorgeous, but it has nothing on my wife. I could travel the whole world and never find a sight that takes my breath away the way that Mrs. Faith Grant does. Her hair is wavy from the salt air, hanging loose down her back as the breeze plays with the golden strands, and her skin has started to tan from the sun, creating tan lines in the shape of her bikini straps.
I’m thinking about all the ways I can run my tongue over those tan lines when I catch sight of the emails open on her phone in her hand. Instantly, I close the distance between us, reaching around to snatch the device from her hand. Just like I thought, she’s sneakily checking her work email.