Love Out of Order (Indigo Love Spectrum) (40 page)

John was singing, quite horribly, to me songs he
thought we should have at our reception. While I was
laughing at him and really enjoying just how bad he
was, I was also wondering if we would be able to afford
a formal ceremony, let alone a reception. Not that it mattered. I already had what I wanted out of the deal.
I’d be happy at city hall. I just wanted to be married to
John. Part of me was even wishing we’d just done it in
Vegas.

“So, you regretting any of this yet?” John asked with a wink. I shook my head vigorously as I swallowed a
mouthful of orange chicken.

“Are you? You jobless, carless bum?” I asked,
laughing.

“Oh, no. Not one bit. In fact, I’m loving it more
every moment.” He grinned. “And besides, we have a car.
The Sentra is better than that piece of crap I had.” He
laughed, catching the fortune cookie I’d thrown at his head.

“You know, I’m surprised they didn’t take the ring,” I
said, looking down at my hand and the sparkling rock.

“They couldn’t. I bought that with cash back in
January. They don’t even know about it,” John said, put
ting down his plate and moving over next to me.

“Clever.” I grinned.

“I try to be,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Hm. I just hope you never stop loving me.”
“Impossible,” he said before kissing my ear.

“You think Sasha will ever recover?” I asked.

He laughed into my neck. Sasha had gotten into
Central’s law school and actually decided to come.
Apparently, she was determined to get John back. John
had changed his number and not given it out to anyone
who talked to Sasha. Not even his parents—not that they
wanted it. She kept threatening me. And she routinely sent John emails alternating between threatening and
obsessively passionate. And they occasionally contained the tactless nude pic. He showed me every email.

S
asha wasn’t a big deal to me anymore. I felt a love
from John that I hadn’t even known could exist. And the
feeling was mutual.

“Ask me if I care.” He put his arm around my waist.
“Do you?”

“No.”

“You better not,” I said, pressing my nose to his. He
kissed my closed lips.

“Face it. You’re never going to be able to get rid of me
now.”

“Good. ’Cause the plan is to keep you,” I said,
pushing John back onto the floor and jumping on top of
him.

I was finally happy. I was never letting John Archer go
again. For anything or anyone in the world.