“We did it, hon.” She squeezed lightly as he followed her out into the fading heat of a late-summer day in Vegas. “Our flight back leaves at eleven tomorrow, but we still have tonight. Anything you want to do?”

“Besides you?”

Her smile gained teasing layers, and she canted her head to gaze at him through absurdly thick lashes. “That’s a given. So, yeah, before that.”

“Nah, I got to pick last night. It’s your turn.”

She lifted his hand to her lips and brushed a kiss across his knuckles—such a romantic gesture that his breath caught. “Is that the secret to our lasting love story? Taking turns.”

“Hope so,” he said, more seriously than he intended.

“Then…I’ve always wanted to try the High Roller, but the friends I vacation with would rather go clubbing or try their luck at the casino. Are you afraid of heights?”

“Might be the only thing I’m not afraid of,” he joked. “When I was doing more in the lawn care and maintenance line, I went up trees to trim them and on roofs to clean gutters.”

“According to the reviews, it’s not scary even if you’re acrophobic because the pods are slow-moving and very stable. Should I book the tickets?”

Trev nodded. “Go ahead, I’m looking forward to it.”

She bounced a bit, endearingly enthusiastic at the prospect of riding an upscale, touristy Ferris wheel. If he’d judged by her looks, he never would’ve imagined Leanne would want to do something like this. Then again, he’d skirted perilously close to pissing her off this afternoon by assuming she was a cover girl who preferred not to get her hair wet.

Note to self: don’t presume anything about my wife.

“If we time it right, we’ll be able to take some gorgeous selfies at sunset. Afterward, we’ll find something delicious for dinner, and then—”

“I’ll make you mine.” He couldn’t stop the words, even if they made her mad.

Thankfully, she slanted a sizzling look in his direction. “Sounds perfect. The paperwork’s already in order and everything.”

“Do you come with a warranty?” he joked.

She shook her head. “Sorry, some wear and tear is inevitable. What’s the phrase in Latin? Caveat emptor. Yeah, that’s the one.”

“I have no idea what that means,” he admitted.

“Let the buyer beware.”

“But I didn’t buy you. There’s no way to put a price on perfection.”

“True enough. The first thing, not my perfection,” she added quickly. “It’s my choice, and I’m giving myself to you.”

Giving myself to you.