Page 29 of Remember Me
We exchange a laugh . . .
And he takes me again.
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Last night, it was lust.
By morning, it’s love.
One day later, I get a life-changing phone call. A job offer from Conquest Broadcasting in Los Angeles to become an associate producer in their news department.
That night after a celebratory session of delicious lovemaking, my naked, beautiful Finn rolls off the futon and stands up.
“Now, I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse.”
I laugh at him, appreciating his valiant attempt to sound like Marlon Brando inThe Godfather. “What?”
“It’s a surprise. Close your eyes.”
I do as he asks. A few moments later, a ticklish, wet sensation brushes across my abdomen.
I squirm. “What are you doing, Finn?” It lasts less than thirty seconds.
“Baby, sit up and open your eyes. I hoist myself to an upright position. Finn’s sitting cross-legged next to me, holding a paintbrush, the bristles coated in a shimmer of red. He flashes a cocky smile.
I look down. My jaw drops as I silently read the two words he’s painted on my body.
MARRY ME!
Two weeks later, we exchange our forever vows at a chapel in Las Vegas en route to Los Angeles.
The city of angels.
The city of dreams.
CHAPTER 19
Skye
“Please have a seat, Scarlet.”
Finn’s raspy voice catapults me back to the present. He’s led me to a sprawling art-filled great room. Bathed in natural light, it’s sparsely decorated with contemporary furnishings, a tasteful combination of creamy leather, polished metals, and gleaming dark wood that showcases the large abstract canvases on the soaring white walls.
Still shaking inside and not the least bit recovered, I do as he asks, settling into one of the oversized sofas. He lowers himself onto an armchair across from me. Leaning back, he crosses an ankle over his knee as I fold my hands in my lap.
“Help yourself to some water.”
My eyes flit to the two bottles of Evian on the coffee table between us. “Thanks, but I’m good,” I lie, my emotions in a jumble and my mouth desert-dry.
His eyes meet mine. “Scarlet, I was very impressed by your credentials and well-traveled background as well as by your glowing recommendations.”
I nervously thank him. “Why did you decide to homeschool your daughter?”Our little girl! I can’t wait to meet her!
He looks at me earnestly. “Numerous reasons. For one, I’ll be traveling a lot this year, which would mean pulling her out of school for long periods of time to be with me.”
“I see.” He’s obviously devoted to her. “Where exactly are you going?”
“I’m an artist and have several exhibitions set up at galleries around the world. After Los Angeles, I go to London, Paris, and Hong Kong.”