Page 11 of Sinful Mountain Man

I can't move. I can't breathe. I wish I could channel Elizabeth Bennet and kiss his fingers like a coquettish sex nymph, but instead, I ugly cry and awkwardly throw myself into his arms. "Yes!"

To his credit, Bradford catches me and stands, spinning me around in the most epic movie moment of my life.

He places me gently on my feet and gazes into my eyes. "Hartley, for most of my adult life, I've only focused on KPIs as a measure of my success. Revenue, occupancy rate, employee satisfaction. But since I met you, the only true measure"—he cups my cheek—"is winning your heart."

I close my eyes, overcome with emotion as I hug my future husband tightly.

When the reality of the situation sinks in, I whisper, "I love you, Bradford Maloney. My heart is yours."

The smile that breaks out across his handsome face warms my entire body, and I know, deep in my bones, that forever with this man will never be enough.

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