Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Seven years ago today, apparently, Chevy paid for me to go to school for all four semesters.
He hadn’t even known me then!
I sat down on the thick shelf of the custom bathtub that Chevy had urged me to get, and let the tears fall.
That’s what I was doing when Chevy came into the room a little later.
“I just put Haven down for a nap. We have exactly…” He trailed off when he saw me there, crying.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He dropped down onto his knees to cup my face.
I handed him the papers, and he hissed in a breath.
“It was you?” I asked. “You paid for my school?”
He shrugged and said, “I wanted you to be happy.”
“You didn’t even know me,” I replied.
A grin took over his face as he cupped it with his large palms before saying, “No, baby, but I wanted to.”
Author’s Note
There was not a conclusion to Reign / Chevy / Copper. And that was for a reason. You can find Copper’s story in Enemies to Lovers, book 3 of this series, where this’ll all get settled!
Bonus Scene
FORD
“Spurlock?”
I stood up so fast that my head spun. “That’s us.”
The nurse smiled and said, “Your son made it through surgery just perfectly. He’s in recovery now and waking up as we speak. Follow me, and I’ll take you back to him.”
I grabbed my wife’s hand and tugged her along in my wake, my long legs nearly doubling hers.
“Ford,” Ashe growled. “Slow down!”
I did, but only because if I didn’t, I’d be outpacing the nurse that was showing us back to our son, and I had no clue where to go.
I’d never felt this kind of fear before.
Sure, I was scared when they were born, but I hadn’t ever experienced anything like the fear of my child dying before.
Yet, that was exactly what had happened last week when we were informed that our son had a problem.
Which led us to now.
In Dallas, hours away from home, we were on our way to our son who’d just had lifesaving surgery.
The doctor—anesthesiologist— met us in the hall right outside Chevy’s room.
The one from earlier that’d given our son the assurance he needed, even though he didn’t have to.
He held out his hand and shook mine before handing my wife my son’s favorite stuffed animal.
“Wrapped him up just like your kiddo,” he said as he tapped the bear’s belly. “Everything went exactly right. You got a great kid.”
“I know.” I smiled. “He’s pretty fuckin’ special, isn’t he?”
Chevy clapped me on the back and headed out, going to an auburn-haired bombshell that was waiting for him farther down the hallway.
Ashe pushed past me and headed to our boy’s side, her hands going to his face as she whispered, “Chevy, baby. It’s me.”
Chevy’s bright blue eyes peeled open, and he smiled. “Hi, Mama.”
“Hi, baby,” she replied. “How are you feeling?”
“Good.” He smiled. “Sleepy.”
A throat cleared behind us, and I glanced back to see my dad there, waiting for me to give him the green light to come in.
I jerked my chin and said, “He’s good.”
Dad, the man that I’d once thought invincible, cleared his throat.
His voice was a little watery as he said, “Scared the shit out of me.”
“Same.” I threw my arm around him. “Thanks for coming.”
“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”