MacAre you sitting down? You’ll need to be. Brace yourself because it’s still sinking in for me, and I’ve had a year and two kids to get used to the idea. I, Makenna Lewis, am getting married. Wed. Hitched. Becoming someone’s ball & chain. Speaking of balls, Daniel’s will be in my purse for the rest of his life. Nice thought, isn’t it?Who would have thought that me, the eternal bachelorette repulsed by anything resembling an emotional commitment with a man, would meet her match. But what a damn fine match he is. I’m lying in bed, relishing in the deathly quiet house which, believe me, is a very rare occurrence these days. Raking my eyes down the toned expanse of male back in front of me, I can’t resist the urge to touch the warm skin that tempts me. I mean, hello? If Daniel fucking Winters was lying face down, naked as the day he was born in your bed, wouldn’t you want to touch him? Do more than touch him? Exactly, I thought as much. But hands off! He’s mine!Well, he will be in exactly fourteen days, eight hours and thirty-five minutes.
