Page 310 of By His Vow

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Page 310 of By His Vow

He meant what he said to me, I know he did. I could see it in his eyes.

So where the hell is he…

I spin around, ready to race back inside, when something on the small table where I first found my flowers catches my eyes.

Stepping closer, I find a white envelope with my name written in his neat handwriting.

My hand trembles as I reach for it. I swear to god, if this is a goodbye letter after everything he told me since he suddenly appeared here and swept me off my feet—literally—then it might just be the end of me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to take it.

The past couple of hours—even those I slept through—have been everything.

His touch, his words.

“Fuck,” I breathe, holding the envelope at arm’s length as if it’s going to bite me.

I stand there for longer than I should, debating whether or not to open it.

Blowing out a slow breath, I force myself to calm down and see what he’s left for me.

It’s nothing bad.

It can’t be. Not after…

But despite trying to convince myself that everything is okay, it doesn’t stop my stomach from knotting up.

But not knowing is worse…

Tucking my finger beneath the flap, I pull it open and then pull the card from inside.

The back is blank, making my brows furrow in confusion, but not as much as when I flip it over.

Meet me at your favorite place in this village.

“My favorite place?” I whisper.

I love every part of this village and the memories it holds. But there is only one place that truly holds my heart.

I glance down at myself before running into the house to drag on some leggings and throw a zip-up hoodie over my shoulders to hide my exposed side boob.

In seconds, I have a pair of sneakers on my feet and I’m practically running from the front gate and down the street.

My heart pounds harder with every step as I try to figure out what he’s done, what all this means.

Surely, it isn’t what I think.

It can’t be. It?—

I round the final corner and my eyes lock on the cottage. However, I quickly discovered that it isn’t the quaint building and pretty yard that holds my attention. It’s the delicious man standing in front of it.

He nervously scans the street before him, searching for me.

My heart tumbles in my chest as I study him.

I’m sure there have only been a handful of times in his life that he’s been nervous, and right now is one of them.

I stay hidden in the shadows for another few seconds before my need to put him out of his misery gets too strong.

I take three steps forward, and the second I move into the light, he sees me.




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