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“Oh, really?”
“She wants to do something with books, I think.”
I snort, unable to stop the laughter. “Something with books? Like edit?”
He winks at me. “That’s the one.”
I shake my head, my smile stretching into a yawn. “It’s late. I haven’t had a late night like this in a while.”
His eyes search my face before he signals down his drive—our drive.
I can’t believe I’m married.
I have to tell Mom and Dad as soon as possible. It’s bound to get out, what with Kane being who he is. I don’t want them to realize from some magazine in a grocery store that their daughter is married to a rockstar.
Oh, my God. Not only am I married, but I’m married to a rockstar. Surreal. There’s no other word for it.
Kane parks and meets me on my side, pulling the passenger door open before he takes my hand and helps me out. I don’t need the help, but I’m charmed that he offers. It’s sweet and something the men in my past wouldn’t have done outside of public view.
I love that he does it.
“Mrs. Volkov.” Kane gives me that melt-me smile. “Welcome home.”
My breath hitches when he dips his head and touches his lips to mine softly. This man could kiss me anytime, anywhere, and I think I’d still lose the ability to breathe.
When he pulls back, his forehead still touching mine, I whisper into his chest, “I can’t believe I’m legally married.”
His arms pulse around me. “Believe it, Sunshine.”
I angle back to look at him, confident the strong arms around my waist will hold mein place, keep me from falling. “I have to tell my parents first thing tomorrow—and I really should do it in person.”
He nods. “We can surprise them with a visit.”
Chewing my lip, I nod. He watches me, studying me. I admit, “I’m afraid.”
“That they won’t like me for you?”
My eyes snap to his. “What? No. Of course not.”
“Most parents don’t, Sunshine. I won’t be offended.” Even though he says he won’t be offended, I sense by the note of the words, the emotion he tries to push down inside them, that he would, in fact, be hurt.
“They will love you for me, Kane—because you’re so?—”
“What?”
“You care for me. I think, in a real way.”
“I do,” he confirms without hesitation.
“They’ll see that, and they’ll love you for me.”
“Why are you afraid, Nevaeh?”
“Because it’s so sudden—because I know they are going to be so hurt that they weren’t a part of it.”
He touches a hand to my face; his blue eyes hold mine captive in their glacial prison. “They will forgive you.”
“They will.” I nod, because it’s true. Mama and Dad would forgive me for murder, good reason or not. “But they’re still going to be hurt. And that’s going to hurt me.”
