Emma woke up on the hardwood floor with James's arm thrown across her waist and sunlight
streaming through the bare windows.
For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then it all came rushing back—the house, the
moonlight, the proposal.
Oh God. The proposal.
She'd said yes. Lying there naked on the floor of their empty house, high on the romance of it
all, she'd said yes.
But now, in the harsh light of morning, with her hip aching from sleeping on hardwood and
reality settling in like a weight on her chest, Emma wasn't sure what that yes actually meant.
James stirred beside her, eyes blinking open. When he saw her watching him, his whole face
transformed into this smile that made her heart squeeze.
"Good morning, fiancee," he said, voice rough with sleep.
And there it was. He'd b
