Say You Will(76)

He crossed his arms. “Before you make your declaration, there’s one thing I forgot to tell you.”

“What?” she asked cautiously.

“I do endorsements for Calvin Klein. My ass is going to be all over the UK in a few months.”

She checked out said ass. “It’s very fine.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Will it be mine?”

He touched her face. “Always and forever.”

Her chest swelled with so much emotion that she thought she’d burst. But before she could, she said, “The South Street house is suddenly overrun, and I thought since your place is empty you’d have room for me and my things. So I brought a few things over.”

Reaching into the pile Summer and Portia had helped her bring, she pulled out the vintage scarf he’d given her. “Something old.”

Next was the unopened pickle juice he’d brought last week. “Something new.”

She rummaged through the bag and lifted out the picture of her mother in her wedding dress. “Something borrowed. And then something blue.”

“What’s the something blue?” he asked, peering into her bag.

“My underwear.”

He straightened, looking at her as if he was trying to grow X-ray vision. Then he nodded. “You can keep all your things here on one condition.”

She set everything back into the box. “What’s that?”

“Be mine forever, Rosalind.” He gathered her into his arms and stared into her eyes. “Say you will.”

She wound her arms around his neck. “If you’ll be mine.”

“I already am.”