AN: Special thanks to my beta SallyJetson for sticking by me throught out this entire fic! We did it! LOL!

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I had a blast writing this series and that's because of each and everyone of you so, thank you, again!

AN2: All mistakes are mine and no one else's

CHAPTER 5

Lindsay Monroe…

Lindsay Ann Monroe…

If it were up to me, she wouldn’t be a Monroe any longer.

Lindsay Ann Messer…

It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

Now, how shall I describe one Lindsay Monroe in three words when I can’t even formulate a single best word to describe her?

She’s beautiful…but her beauty is more than just skin deep.

She’s intelligent…well, that goes without saying because she is a CSI after all.

She’s sexy…but I doubt she realizes how much.

She’s funny…her sassy comments never fails to amuse me. Plus, she gets all my corny jokes.

She’s a fire-cracker…especially during her time of the month, which makes teasing her extra fun.

She’s all that and a whole lot more.

But most of all, she brings out everything good in me.

Hell, she is everything good in me.

She taught me that life is more than just fun and games, more than just blood and tears.

Life is everything in between.

She makes me humble.

She makes me whole.

Never have I dreamed in a million years that I would stumble across someone like her in New York City.

I’m not a player by any means but women do come easily for me and none of them hold a candle to her.

She doesn’t know this but there is never a day goes by that I don’t thank God for bringing her all the way from Montana to here, to New York.

To my life.

To my heart.

Simply put, she’s…

“A dream come true,” I whispered.

“What?”

Her voice startled me a little and brought me back from my reverie.

I stared at her. Confusion and concern marred her pretty face.

“You okay?” she asked, reaching forward to place her warm hand against my cheek.

I smiled. ”I’m good.”

She caressed my jaw and snickered,” Good because I’m still waiting for my three words.”

“Dream comes true.”

“Excuse me?”

I took her hand that was caressing my stubbled jaw and planted a kiss on the knuckles. I looked at her dainty, soft hand.

The hand that never failed to stir a fire in me every time we touched.

My eyes focused on her fourth finger.

I swear on everything that I have, that one day, I will put a ring on that finger, no matter how long it takes to convince her that she is the only one for me.

That I am the man for her.

That she and I are meant to be.

I looked deep into her beautiful brown eyes and said, “Dream comes true. Those are my three words to describe you, Lindsay Ann Monroe. You’re my dream comes true.”

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