Their nakedness was proof enough that last night hadn’t been a dream. She was married to Noah. Never in her wildest dreams could she hope to have what she’d shared with him last night. And this was only the beginning of so much more. She shifted and freed her left arm from underneath his, wanting a better look at the wedding ring. “We can get you another if you don’t like it,” he murmured, sounding like his mouth was buried in his pillow. “I love it. It’s perfect. What does yours look like?” He placed his left palm on top of hers and splayed his fingers so she could see their rings together. “They match.” “I never took you as a matchy-matchy guy,” she teased. “Ordinarily I’m not, so don’t expect me to wear matching T-shirts.” “How about wearing matching shirts with Tortoise?”
