“I’m not finished.”

And stopped. “Oh. Sorry.”

“Okay.We need to do it.”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

Everything in him relaxed. He just loved how she said those two words. “Jesus, Legs, get your mind off sex. I mean we need to ...” He circled his finger toward the ceiling.

“I’m afraid I can’t crack your ingenious code.”

“We need to get married.”

“We ...” She stepped back, and joined the water on the weight bench. “Well. God.”

“Look, if you know me and love me anyway, you get that I’m not going to get down on one knee and recite something some dead guy wrote a couple centuries ago. Damn it.” He walked over, pulled her to her feet. “I could probably do better. I know how you work now. I know it’s not just the details, but what the details make. What’s going on up there—it’s a great party, but it’s what comes after that counts.You want what counts.”

“You’re right,” she said quietly.“That’s how I work. But it’s not just about what I want.”

“If you’re looking for the full deal, the till-death deal, then look at me. No one’s ever going to love you, stick by you, understand how you work the way I do. No one, Parker.”

Her hands wanted to tremble, so she laid them on his face for a moment, looked in his eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

He took her wrists, then linked fingers with hers.“I want a life with you, and I’m stealing from Jack and Del now—sort of. I want to start that life because you’re Parker.You’re it, you’re all. I want to make what we have solid. I want—and this is all me this time—I want to make promises to you, and I want to keep them. I love you, and I want to promise to love you for the rest of my life.”

He blew out a breath. “What do you say?”

“What do I say? I say yes.” Giddy with joy, she laughed, squeezed his hands hard. “Yes, Malcolm, we need to do it.” She threw her arms around him. “Oh, you’re perfect. I don’t know why, but you’re absolutely perfect.”

“I thought Carter was the luckiest man alive today. He just got bumped into second position.” He pulled her back, took her mouth with his, swaying with the kiss. “I don’t have a ring or anything on me.”

“You damn well better get one soon.”

“Check.” He lifted both her hands to his lips, made her eyes shine when he pressed kisses to them. “I owe you a dance.”

“Yes, you do, and I really want to dance with you. We’ve got to get back. It’s Mac’s night.”

“We’ll tell them tomorrow, so we don’t take any of the shine off.”

Yes, she thought, he knew how she worked. She framed his face again, and again kissed the man she loved.The man she would marry. “Tomorrow’s soon enough.”

She walked back with him, hand-in-hand, toward the music, the flowers, the sparkling lights. Tonight, she thought, was Mac’s night. And it was the start of her own happy ever after.

EPILOGUE

NEW YEAR’S DAY, PARKER THOUGHT AS SHE SETTLED DOWN AT HER desk to catch up with paperwork. The holidays, the parties, the events, Mac’s wedding, had all combined to put her a little behind.

Add her own engagement, she mused, and held up her hand so her pretty diamond ring caught the wispy winter sunlight, and there was no wonder she’d slipped a bit off schedule.

She had all afternoon to take care of it, to reset the clock, so to speak. And to turn the calendar on a very eventful year.

What a difference twelve months could make.

Four engagements and a wedding.

A year ago, she hadn’t known Malcolm Kavanaugh existed, and now in ten months they’d be married. God, she had a ton of planning and work and research to do.

She was going to marry the man she loved, and the wedding was damn well going to kick some serious ass. She studied her ring again until her eyes went dreamy. She’d ended and begun her first year with Malcolm. It was just the beginning.

And this, she reminded herself, was why she wasn’t getting any work done. She already had Bride Brain Syndrome.

She booted up her computer.

She’d work in a quiet house, she thought, uninterrupted.

Mrs. Grady should be finishing up her packing for her annual winter vacation. Mac and Carter would be doing the same for their honeymoon. She imagined Del and Laurel, Emma and Jack, would all be cozied up in their own spaces, lazing the day away.

And Malcolm—her Malcolm—had already left for the garage where he planned to catch up on some work.

Tonight, they’d have a farewell dinner to send the three travelers off in style.

Then she and her Malcolm could take a few days—Vows always slowed down after the first of the year—for a quick winter break at the beach house. Just the two of them.

“So buckle down, Parker,” she muttered. “You’re not the only bride who needs attention.”

She managed nearly an hour before the invasion.

“Why are you working?” Laurel asked as she walked into Parker’s office with Emma and Mac.

“Because it’s what I do.Why aren’t you packing?”

“Packed.” Mac made a check mark in the air. “Florence, here we come. But right now ... ”The three of them moved forward, pulled her right out of her chair. “You’re coming with us.”

“Do you know how far behind I am—”

“Five minutes, if that,” was Emma’s estimate.

“We may not have an event for two weeks, but—”

“Last night’s went great, and I know damn well you’re already packed even though you’re not leaving for two days.You probably packed for Mal,” Laurel said.

“I did not. I simply gave him a list of suggestions. Really, I just need another hour.We’re all having dinner later anyway.”

“We have more important things to do now than work.” Mac kept a firm grip on Parker’s arm as they steered her toward the stairs.

“You may, but I ... ”The light dawned as she realized the direction. “You picked out a wedding dress for me.”

“It’s a women of Vows tradition.” Emma patted Parker’s butt. “We ordered the men to make themselves scarce this afternoon. We’re going to have a Parker’s wedding dress party.”