Sami
What the hell am I doing?
My heart is racing, and all I can think about is Marshal. Of course I'm thinking about the way his chest feels against mine, how strong and sturdy it is. I'm thinking about his arms and how he surrounds me, protecting me from the world.
But those aren't necessarily new thoughts. I mean, we've been friends forever, since long before he was sexy as hell and six feet plus. Sometimes to me, he's still the short, freckle-faced boy who lives down the street. I'm not alone in the way I see him or us. I know he still thinks of me as that little girl.
Time moves on...we've grown up.
I know we made an agreement, but so did Jack and I.
We'd agreed to marry.
I wonder if that asshole has found my engagement ring on the kitchen counter yet or if he's still too b
