she couldn’t complain with the outcome, because she was truly, truly happy.
Looking up into his face, Mika’s smiled widened as she laced her fingers with his. “Oh yeah.”
Epilogue
Mika danced around the kitchen. She stopped by the sink to shimmy to the left, then to the right, before dunking her hands into the sink. She washed the dishes while she bopped her head from side to side. Once in a while she glanced at the clock. It was almost time for Degan to get home. She was used to seeing him a few times during the day when he stopped by the diner she worked at to see her. She thought that was sexy. That morning though, she hadn’t gone to work so she could stay home to prepare for an exam. He’d taken the day off to surprise her, but when he found out she had an upcoming exam he pouted and changed his plans.
University was a pain in the ass, but after talking with Degan, she allowed him to talk her into going back. She was happy—it felt as if she was doing something with her life. It was just a road to what she ultimately wanted to do with her life. After a few weeks in New York, and working as a waitress, Mika changed her mind about a book store. She settled on helping inner city youths. In order to do that, she had to get a degree.
“Baby?” Degan shouted from the hall.
Giggling, she ran to dry her hand and turn the radio off. “In the kitchen!” she called.
“You would never believe the traffic out there,” Degan said.
She rushed at him, burring herself in his arms, ignoring the large bundle of flowers he carried. She wanted to do that the moment he climbed out of the large bed, kissed her forehead and left her with one word. “Study.”
“How was your day?” He kissed her forehead. “Did you get any studying done?”
“Yes,” she replied, leaning on him. “You may not be able to find the bed due to my notes, but I got plenty of studying done today. Thank you.”
“Anytime—I brought you some flowers.” Degan grinned. “I figured you would need something to lift your spirits after a day filled with psychology.”
“Thank you!” Mika lifted them instantly to her nose. She gave him a hug, and then gave him her mouth. The moment his tongue touched hers, all she could do was whimper, dropped the flowers on the counter and lifted her arms around his neck. The kiss warmed her soul.
“Mmm.” Degan pulled from her. “Hold that thought. I have something to show you in the car. Afterwards, we can continue?”
“This had better be important, Mr. Moira because all I’ve been thinking about is ripping your clothes off and having my way with you.”
“And I love the sound of that—but we really have to go to the Bentley for a second.”
Mika smiled at him. He had that look in his eyes that she’d come to know over the past year; he was up to something. Silently she walked by his side, feeling as though she was supposed to be there. They reached the deep blue Bentley with chrome rims and she stopped to look at him. He said nothing and for a moment she was terrified.
“Look,” he said, motioning to the car.
Arching a brow, Mika turned to look at the car. At that moment a little dark head popped up to the window. She quickly looked at Degan, and then rushed toward the car. There, standing on its hind legs, resting its front paws on the window, staring back at her was a beautiful, black West Highland Terrier. Reaching, she picked up the puppy and held it against her chest, kissing his head. “Degan!”
“You were always saying you wanted a puppy,” Degan smiled, rolling up his shirt sleeves and loosening his tie.
Mika was busy kissing the puppy’s head and caressing his tummy that she almost missed something hanging around its neck. When it brushed her hand, she looked beneath his neck and saw a ring. Arching a brow, she removed the dog’s collar and slipped the ring into her palm.
When she looked back at him, he was on his knee with that look in his eyes she would