The Bad Boy

by Leah Vale

  Sara adored it, because their hearts were as close as they could be. "And for the record, I don’t love my job more than anything else. You’re the one with that honor."

  "Oh, sweetheart," he groaned. "It turns out I’m one hell of a lucky guy after all." While he didn’t release his hold on her, he pulled back enough to settle his forehead against hers. "And you know what? Whether Marcus is Hopping around in his grave or not--I really don’t care anymore. I’ve decided love is way sweeter than revenge."