“I know from the caller ID that it’s you, Ethan. You can call me Miles.”
“Miles, I’ll get right to the point,” Ethan said. “I slept with your daughter.”
“Don’t tell him that!” Natalie smacked him on the arm. They were sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing clean clothes and wet hair. They had the speaker phone turned on, so she spoke directly to her dad. “We did not sleep together, Daddy. We just slept in the same bed while Ethan was sick.”
“And we took a bath together.” Ethan laughed when Natalie practically tackled him to get the phone out of his hand. He held it out of her reach, but she wound up in his arms laying on top of him on the bed and she couldn’t help giggling.
“Daddy, we did not take a bath together,” she called out.
“Okay, she gave me a sponge bath.”
“You are in so much trouble.” Natalie stopped struggling for the phone and gave him seething look of mock anger.
Ethan reached up and pecked a quick kiss on her lips, the phone still in his hand at the end of a very long arm.
“Natalie, you are thirty-one years old,” Miles said. “If you’re going to sleep with a man, that’s your prerogative but I really don’t want to hear the details.”
“Mr. Dolan, I mean Miles”—Ethan cleared his throat— “Would you and Mom please meet us in Las Vegas in approximately four days? I’d very much like our family to witness our wedding.”
Miles chuckled loudly. “Who predicted that outcome?”
“I did,” Ethan said. “The minute I walked into your office and looked into your daughter’s emerald eyes.”
“I’m physically gagging right now,” Miles said.
“Will you make all the arrangements and just text us the address?” Ethan asked, wrapping his arm tightly around Natalie. “And spare no expense. I’m a billionaire prince and if I can’t have a coronation, at the very least I want my wife to have the wedding of a princess. Oh, and reserve us a hotel suite with a hot tub.”
Ethan didn’t wait for Miles to answer before he touched the screen of his phone to end the call, tossing his cell phone on the floor, and rolled Natalie over so he was laying on top of her.
“I’m pretty sure I’m going to feel better in four days,” Ethan said, leaning down for a quick kiss. “I’m still a little weak right now but I’m up for a few hours of making out—okay maybe a few minutes.”
“I’ll take what I can get,” Natalie said with a smoldering gaze, then pulled him down for a long kiss.
Ethan fell asleep in Natalie’s arms a little while later, happier than he’d ever been in his life.