Johnny’s head snapped up. “The man you love?”
I nodded and stuffed the ring in my pocket. “The man I love. That would be you, stubborn rock-headed ass that you are. I love you, Johnny Bulluci. Do you believe me? Or am I going to have to beat it into you?”
Johnny’s eyes lit up. “No, you don’t have to beat it into me. At least, not anymore. I love you too, Fiona.”
We kissed, and everything was fabulous. Just the way it should be.
Just the way I was going to make sure it would always be.
“Have you ever made love on a Ferris wheel?” Johnny murmured, pressing a kiss to the hollow of my throat.
I cupped his head in my hands and stared into his magnificent eyes. Passion, love, and more than a little wickedness glinted in the green depths.
I laughed. “A Ferris wheel? Aren’t you the adventurous one.”
Johnny grinned that sly crooked grin I loved so well.
“Always, baby.”
He leaned over and looked down at the people below.
“Exactly how long did you tell the operator to leave us dangling up here?”
I smiled. “Thirty minutes.”
“Well then, we’ve got plenty of time, haven’t we?”
Johnny said and reached for me again.
We didn’t come down for a very, very long time.
Epilogue
Three months later
Johnny and I lay sprawled on the floor in the underground kitchen at Sublime. I put my arm over the beach towel covering our bodies and snuggled closer to him.
“Super-duper once again, Mr. Bulluci,” I purred, nibbling on his ear.
“I agree. Super-duper once again, Mrs. Bulluci.”
I flashed the square diamond on my hand at him. It was almost as big as Joanne James’s was and more precious to me than anything—except Johnny himself. “Not Mrs. Bulluci just yet. We only got engaged last week. And I’m keeping my name. Or at least hyphenating it.”
Johnny grinned. “Fiona Fine-Bulluci. I like the sound of that. Especially the last part.”
Johnny put his arm around me and pulled me closer. I rested my head on his shoulder, happy, content, and suitably satiated. After taking a dip in the pool, we’d come to the kitchen for a midnight snack. But, of course, things had gotten a little heated between the two of us, especially since I’d made a point to keep a couple of cans of chocolate whipped cream in the refrigerator at all times now.
The door to the kitchen creaked open, and a walker appeared, followed by Lulu. She shoved the metal device forward and dragged her feet toward it. Lulu couldn’t walk on her own yet, but she was getting a little stronger every day.
Her hands clenched around the frame, and her face was set and determined. Henry followed along behind her.
“Why don’t you just use your wheelchair? Just for tonight?”
Henry asked.
“No,” Lulu snapped. “Using the walker is part of my physical therapy. You know that. Besides, I made a promise to myself that I was going to walk down the aisle at our wedding, and I intend to keep it. No matter how much it might hurt right now.”
“But Lulu—”
The words died on Henry’s lips as he caught sight of Johnny and me lying on the floor. Lulu spotted us a second later.
Lulu put a hand over her eyes. “Don’t mind us. We just came in to get some coffee. We don’t see a thing.” She peeked between her fingers. “Well, not much. Nice abs, Johnny.”
“Thanks, Lulu.”
I not-so-gently punched him in his perfect abs. Johnny just grinned. Henry stared at us, while Lulu rustled around in one of the refrigerators.
Henry straightened his ever-present polka-dot bow tie.
Then, he turned to Lulu and picked her up.
“Henry!” she squealed. “What are you doing?”
He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I don’t think I’m in the mood for coffee anymore. Are you?”
Lulu looked at Henry, then down at us.
“Ohhh,” Lulu drawled. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Well, when you put it like that, I think I’ve had enough coffee tonight too.”
Henry headed for the door. Lulu waved at us.
“Hey, Fiona,” she called out just before the door swung shut behind them. “Try not to melt the floor tiles again, okay?”
I sat up, fingers sparking, ready to light Lulu’s hair up like a firecracker. But before I could focus my power, Johnny pulled me back down on top of him. His hands moved down my body, and I started thinking about a different sort of fire.
“Let them have their fun, baby,” he whispered, stroking me. “So we can have ours.”
I threw my head back and enjoyed the liquid fire coursing through me. Then, I reached for the almost-empty can of whipped cream we’d dropped in our haste.
“Well, let the good times roll,” I said.
Jennifer Estep, Hot Mama
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