Violet tried to scramble to her feet, but Matt held her close. “Be still,” he ordered. “If you’d stop acting all offended you’d like the way it feels to sit on my lap.”
“Aren’t you afraid of scaring me now?” Violet accused in as sarcastic a tone as she could muster. “You’re bullying me, Matt, and I don’t like it.”
“You like everything about me,” Matt muttered as he pulled her head down and kissed her again.
Yes, she did. Violet momentarily resisted, but her defenses crumbled, and she returned Matt’s kiss with enthusiasm.
“I love you, Violet,” he whispered, tearing his lips from hers as if reluctant to end the kiss. “I want to marry you on the twenty third. Forget about Stacey. She’s the past.”