by Emily Bishop
“Don’t worry. He’s okay. I checked him into a dog hotel.”
“A dog hotel? Well, he definitely deserves a reward for everything he did.”
“Yup,” I agree.
“What happened to the thugs?”
“I shot them as they were approaching,” I inform her.
“Right. I did hear more than one gunshot.” She nods thoughtfully. “Where did you learn to shoot?”
“At a shooting range. I took lessons. I thought if I was going to be protecting people, I’d have to learn how to use a gun.”
“There goes that protective instinct again.”
“Well, thanks to that, I learned to shoot.”
“And what about Vince?”
“He’s in jail, and no, he’s not getting out, in spite of all his money. I’m making sure of that. There’s evidence against him now.”
“Thank god.”
I squeeze her hand. “It’s over, Sabrina. You’re safe now.”
“So, what does that mean?” she asks. “Does it mean you’re going to divorce me now because I no longer need your protection?”
“No way.” I shake my head. “I’m not going to let you go that easily.”
She narrows her eyes. “Really?”
“I’m sorry about lying to you about Dinah,” I tell her. “I didn’t mean to. I just… I couldn’t tell you the truth because I haven’t been able to live with it myself.”
“Hey.” She touches my chin. “It’s not your fault, Randall. Couples fight all the time. What happened to Dinah was an unfortunate accident, and you’ve been doing your best to be a good father to David since it happened. I’m sure Dinah is happy, watching over him.”
I nod. “I hope she is, and I hope she doesn’t mind me finding someone new.”
I take her wedding ring out of my pocket, slipping it on her finger. “I promised to love you in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, until death, and I promise it all over again.”
She gives me a look of surprise. “Are you saying you love me?”
I take something else out of my pocket – the pre-nup agreement, which I tear with both hands. “Enough to know I don’t want to live without you. I think I’ve always loved you. I just didn’t know it.”
She chuckles.
“You know, this whole thing is a mess, but one good thing did come out of it. As you were running away from Vince, you bumped into me.”
“I did.” Sabrina nods. “I’m glad I did.”
I touch her cheek. “I love you, Sabrina. If you don’t want me to protect you, I won’t, but I will always love you.”
She smiles. “Me too. And that is all I ask.”
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Saving Scarlet
Untouchable
Wet Dreams
Bachelor’s Secret
Mr. Anything
Mr. Everything
About the Author
Emily Bishop is a breakthrough romance writer from Seattle, Washington. She originally attended University of Washington as a history student but soon found a passion for words and stories. Upon graduating with a degree in creative writing, Emily fell in love and moved away from the hustle and bustle of the city to a quiet little town in Oregon.
She is now a full time writer who loves her job. She enjoys bad horror flicks, hair pulling, lemon pound cake, and spending time with her husband, Charlie, and her dog, Roscoe.
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