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Piper touched him lightly on the shoulder, nervous of physical contact, but not wanting
him to stop talking to her like this. “I’m happy you’ve made up with your mom.”

“She’s married to a good man now. He likes dogs and washes the car every Sunday morning,
like normal people do. She’s happy and the house feels warm. It’s the home I never
felt I had as a boy and it was overwhelming.” He shook his head and looked at the
carpet. “That first night, sleeping in sheets that hadn’t been washed in an industrial
laundry, in a room with all sorts of sentimental crap in it…felt so right. I cried,
Piper, I actually cried a little because I’ve made such a mess of things and I want
to turn back the clock.”

She lightly brushed her fingers over the top of his head. His candor was making her
throat ache. “Oh, Matt…”

“That week in Boston made me realize I was just a bum like my dad except with more
money. Drifting, hurting people who care for me, kidding myself that everything was
okay and that I didn’t want the things everyone else does because I was so smart and
rich and rebellious. I was wrong, very wrong.”

“So what do you want now?” she said softly.

“I want that home I’ve been avoiding for the last twenty-eight years. There’s a beautiful
house, set right on the waterfront at Sanibel Bay, and I mean on the waterfront. Its
deck leads straight onto the white sand.”

“Sounds amazing.” She injected as much enthusiasm into her voice as she could, realizing
that Passion Creek still didn’t feature in his plans. “That has to be on Millionaire’s
Row. I’ve walked past places like that many times and been glared at.”

“Yeah, snobs, but this place has no close neighbors. I don’t want nosy neighbors.”

“That would be taking normality way too far, right?”

He straightened, walked the few steps to the front door where his jacket was hanging
and pulled a bunch of papers out of the inside pocket. “Have a look, tell me what
you think.”

Her heart was weeping silently, but she took the bundle from him and flattened the
papers out on the arm of the chair as he towered over her. He had gone right ahead
and stolen her dream. How much more could he hurt her? “It’s right on the beach, like
you said.”

“Yep.”

“And it has pale blue shutters…”

She lifted her gaze to see him smiling down at her. “I painted them. The damn owners
were difficult about it before contracts were exchanged, but money talks.”

“
You
painted the shutters?”

“Did I get the right shade? Because this place will never be a home without you in
it with me, Piper.” He sank to his knees in the tiny sitting room and squeezed her
hand tightly. “I love you. I want to be the best husband in the world to you and not
have to spend another night without you beside me.”

“I can’t believe you used a paintbrush.”

“I never said I did a good job.”

“I always dreamed the paint was peeling off a bit anyway. And yes, that’s exactly
the right shade. Unbelievably right.”

“This is serious now.” He gently took her chin between his fingers and forced her
to look at him. “Will you marry me, Piper Reilly, and come live in my shack by the
sea and tell me all your dark secrets?”

Was he fooling with her? Had he really just proposed to her? “You should hear those
secrets right now, because you may want to retract that question when you find out
what I’m really like.”

He let go of her chin and took a step backward. “So hit me with them.”

She took a deep breath; this was like diving off the edge of a cliff. “I got busted
stealing candy and cigarettes when I was fourteen, but Officer Doyle let me off if
I promised to go to church every Sunday.”

“Pastor Zimmerman’s?”

“That’s the one.”

He shrugged. “No big deal, cigarettes aren’t in the same league as cars and laptops.”

She detected a twinkle in his eye. “Are you telling me that you—”

He held up his hands as if a gun was being pointed at him. “I plead whatever amendment
it is, Miss Reilly.”

“Okay… my two front teeth are cosmetic implants. It cost Mom and Dad a fortune, but
it means I don’t look like Jerry Mouse anymore.”

Matt tipped his head to one side and pointed to his hair. “And you think this is real?”

She let out a small laugh—there was no way his hair was fake, she’d have been able
to tell, but the gesture warmed her heart. “You seem unshockable.”

He smiled, but it was a sad smile, not his usual exuberant one. “Any more not so dark
secrets, honey?”

Tears clogged her throat. “You have no idea how great it feels to share all that with
you.”

Matt let out a long sigh and reached out to hold her by the shoulders. “That’s what
I’m here for, if you’ll let me in to your life.”

“You’ll never tell my mom and dad any of this, will you?”

He shook his head. “Cross my heart and hope to die if I do.”

“Or Sophie? She has a mouth as big as the Eisenhower Tunnel.”

“Noted. Now kiss me and say you’ll be my wife.”

She closed her eyes and sank into his kiss, losing herself in his tender embrace because
she wanted this moment to last forever. She was exhausted and confused, but she could
now do the one thing she had failed to do two weeks earlier. All or nothing. She ended
the kiss and pushed him gently away so she could look him in the eye. “I love you,
Matt, I want you to know that.”

He closed his eyes and punched the air. “Say it again.”

He was still crazy. “I love you, Matt DeLeo, but I’m scared.”

“Say it again but without the scared part. I’m never going to tire of hearing you
say that.”

She let out a small laugh of exasperation. “I love you, Matt.”

“Nothing to be scared of, nothing at all.” His eyes were still closed and he bit down
on the side of his mouth before whispering, “Answer, please. I need an answer. Please.”

“Holy crap, you’re making my hands shake.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes,
too. “Yes. Yes, I will marry you.”

His mouth came back down on hers so fast it made her head spin, a long, deep kiss
that wiped away all the pain and hurt of the last few weeks. A kiss that sealed the
deal, that made everything perfect and was their new beginning.

“What happens if I wake up and all this is just a dream?” She ran a fingertip over
his bottom lip until he bit it playfully and then rested his forehead on hers.

“You won’t, but I have a way to convince you.”

“Go on.”

“We go to bed, right now, and in the morning we’ll wake up together and…it won’t be
a dream.” He brushed away the tear that had suddenly appeared at the corner of her
eye with the pad of his thumb. “I’ll be here in your sacred place because you let
me in and said I could stay because you want to marry me.”

Bubbles of joy and happy disbelief popped and buzzed all over the place inside her.
“Sounds like a plan, but what if—”

He touched a fingertip to her mouth. “Sh, no buts, just wait and see tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow…”

His hands found hers and pressed them gently against his heart. “And then every morning
for the rest of our lives.”

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Acknowledgments

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About the Author

Rachel now writes full-time when her children are at school, but is still proud of
her law degree and accountancy qualifications. She has worked in the space industry,
pharmaceuticals, insurance, a supermarket, a bus station, a railway depot, and a lingerie
department.

She lives with her daughter, son, and The Exec in Fareham, Hampshire, on the south
coast of England and can sometimes smell the sea from her back garden. When not working,
her hobbies include rummaging through antique shops, talking to her chocolate brown
Rex rabbit, and popping into Sainsbury’s. She also has a fondness for wine and expensive
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