Pretty Little Scars (Silver Springs #1) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Silver Springs Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
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“Tucker,” she murmurs, dragging her hand down my face.

“Will you please marry me? Make a family with me. Be my partner always. You’re the only one I want by my side for the rest of my life.”

One tear falls down her cheek, and she brushes it away before she leans forward and covers my lips with hers.

“Yeah, Hotshot. I’ll marry you.”

“Thank fuck.” I push the ring on her finger and then boost up to kiss her, to wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me, out here by our fire, under the stars. “Oh, one more thing.”

She lifts an eyebrow.

“Our entire family is waiting in the house to celebrate with us.”

She lets out a surprised laugh and then hugs me close. “Of course they are.”

EPILOGUE

XANDER HENDRIX

“Ineed to go home.” I stare across the table at my team of doctors and therapists, and all of them look . . . concerned.

“Listen, I know you usually go home in the offseason, but if we’re going to get the knee ready in time for⁠—”

I hold up a hand, interrupting Dr. Rutherford, my surgeon.

“I know. But I’m telling you that I need to go home. To Montana. With my family. I leave tonight.”

“For the weekend?” Steve, the physical therapist asks.

“No.” I shake my head and lean back in the chair. “I don’t know when I’ll be back. When I get close enough to playing, I guess, but we’ve already established that I’m out for the next season. I can hire a physical therapist in Montana that can consult with you. I’ll do the same for doctors.”

The room goes quiet.

“I wish you’d reconsider,” Dr. Rutherford says, but I shake my head.

“I won’t.”

“Perhaps you can come to Denver for monthly check-ins?” Steve suggests.

“I’ll consider it, but I won’t promise. I’m telling you, this is what I need. I’ll heal faster there.”

I don’t waver as the medical team for the Denver Flurry share looks, and then I stand and walk out of the room.

I have an engagement party to get to.

I have a family to see.

And some decisions to make.

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