Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I let out a big sigh and pull back to look at my man.
“That scared the shit out of me.”
“Same here,” he agrees and nuzzles my nose. “Are you really okay?”
“Yeah. I’m not hurt. He punched me, but that was the worst of it.”
He growls, but I push my fingers through his hair.
“This time, he’d better go to jail.”
“I think that’s a given. I have a shit ton of video evidence this time. We’ll probably have to talk to Easton again at some point.”
“That’s okay. I don’t mind.”
“You’re very calm, considering all that just happened.”
I blink, thinking it over. “You’re right, I am. I guess I don’t feel afraid anymore. He’s gone, and I’m in your arms.”
“I don’t want you to be afraid in your own home, baby.”
“Maybe we should install a gate.” I pull my lip through my teeth, and Tucker considers my words. “I mean, I don’t think that’s going to happen often, but you’re right. If I’m alone, no one can hear me if I need help, no matter what that help looks like. But if it’s an intruder, well, we might as well make it a little harder for them to get here.”
“Not a bad idea. I’ll see to it.”
He brushes my hair back and sighs.
“What do you need now, Duchess?”
I press my lips together, and then smile. “I want to sit by the fire. But first, I want to go get ice cream, and then come back and eat it by the fire.”
“That’s all?”
“Yeah. It sounds really great to me.”
“It’s not even dark or anything.”
“I don’t care.” I nuzzle into him. “It’s all I want. That and you.”
“Done.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
TUCKER
Three Months Later
Ithought I’d be way more nervous than I am, but it turns out I’m not nervous at all.
Not even a little bit.
Because I know, down in the marrow of my bones, that this is the right thing. It’s actually the only thing for me because the thought of anything else . . . well, anything else isn’t an option.
“This is nice,” Darby says as she spoons up a bite of her espresso ice cream and stares into the fire. She’s taking her time eating her two scoops, and I devoured mine as fast as I could. “Best celebration ever.”
My girl thinks we’re celebrating the fact that Peter was convicted of another case of assault and will be going to jail for a nice long time.
And I guess we are, a little bit.
But this is so much more than that.
“Did you know that I hated the food at Kay’s Diner?” I ask her, and she lowers her spoon and frowns at me.
“No, you didn’t.”
“It’s not really my thing,” I tell her with a shrug.
“Tucker, you went in there every single week.”
“Without fail,” I agree, and reach out to tuck her hair behind her ear. “But it wasn’t for the food, you know.”
Her eyes soften and she leans over to kiss my lips with her cold ones. “Why did you go in there if you didn’t like the food?”
“Because I needed to see you.” Sobering, I trace my fingertips down her jawline and then push them through her hair. I can’t stop touching her.
I never want to stop touching her.
“I was mad at myself for a long time after you quit without me getting your number. I felt so fucking foolish.”
“You didn’t know,” she murmurs softly, and I brush my fingers down her cheek.
“I’ve always been a man who takes my time about things. Never really in a rush for much. And it didn’t bother me before.”
Darby sets her ice cream on the ground and shifts in her seat so she can see me better.
“I’m a patient man. Sometimes too patient, if I’m being honest. But there’s something that I just can’t stand to wait for, baby.”
This ring has been burning a hole in my pocket for the better part of a month, when I went with Darby’s sisters to pick it out. I pull the diamond solitaire out of my jeans and kneel before her, our fire roaring behind me and casting a flickering glow on her beautiful face. I smile at the most beautiful woman in the world as I take her hand in mine.
Darby bites her lower lip and stares at me, her glacier-blue eyes wide.
“I don’t want to risk losing one more minute with you, Darby Lexington. You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met in my life, with your sassy mouth, and your sense of humor. The way you love your family. Hell, the way you love my family.”
She smiles softly and waits for me to continue.
“There will never be a day that I’m not completely in awe of you. That I won’t wake up and think, What did I do in my life to deserve her? Because I know that I’m not good enough, but I’m going to work every day to be the man you deserve. You make me better, Darby.”