Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“Uh.” Cora’s mouth opens and closes, but no words emerge. “How many kids are you planning on us having?”
“I’m sure I’ll be happy if my little fugitive gives me six or seven.”
“Fugitive?” She glares at me.
“Well, it’s not every day you find out you’re in love with a fugitive from justice,” I tease her, trying to make light of the difficult day. “I figure six or seven little ones running around should keep you out of trouble.”
“Let’s start with one and we can negotiate.” My girl laughs. “We’ll see how persuasive you can be.”
EPILOGUE 1
ADAM
TWO WEEKS LATER
After my baby doll agrees to marry me, I don’t let the grass grow under my feet. Between trying to get my caseload under control so we can take a two weeklong honeymoon and actually planning the ceremony, I’m catching myself in both directions.
Jude jumps in to take care of the fucking fraudulent fugitive warrant. Louis Thomas’ conduct appalls Roman Laurent, and the DA forces his employee to issue a formal apology to both Cora and Auntie O. Then Roman reports Louis to the judicial committee. Hopefully, the little shit will lose his law license.
My baby doll and Auntie O are happy with the outcome, but I still wish I could get the little fucker alone in a dark alley to express my thoughts on the matter. My persuasive, forgiving baby doll convinces me to forget about the incident. With her luscious body. I am one lucky man.
When Cora insists she isn’t interested in a big, fancy affair, I decided to give her the honeymoon of her dreams instead. Fischer and Finn jump in and help me arrange the honeymoon of our dreams with a little one night stop on the way.
“When you said we were going somewhere warm for our honeymoon, I thought you might mean Hawaii or something.” Cora smiles up at me as I lead her through the lobby of the older South Padre hotel. “But this is great, too.”
“I hope you don’t mind.” I pretend it’s a mistake, but I actually had to pull quite a few strings to arrange this. “We couldn’t fly out until tomorrow, so I thought it might be fun to spend the night in the same hotel where we had our first night together.” I lead her straight to the elevators.
“Don’t we need to check in?” She points at the reception desk over her shoulder.
“Already taken care of.” After pulling her into the elevator, I wrap my arms around her luscious body. “Let me distract you,” I whisper against her juicy lips, knowing my baby doll hates elevators.
The doors open on the third floor, and Cora pulls away from me to gasp. “Same floor?”
“Same room.” I lift her curvy body against my chest. “We started here seven years ago. I wanted to give our first night together a different ending to start our eternity together. Then we leave for Hawaii tomorrow afternoon.”
“Why would you freaking do that?” Cora smacks my shoulder. Hard. And I watch her beautiful eyes fill with tears. Fear that I’ve fucked the whole situation up slams through me a second before she wails. “These hormones have turned me into a blubbering mess, and you’re going to do something so sweet? You can’t do anything else sweet for the rest of this pregnancy.” She pokes my chest. “I don’t have enough tears to handle it.”
I blink several times, wondering if we’ve stepped into the twilight zone. After juggling her in my arms to reach the keycard in my pocket, I step into the room and kick the door shut with my foot.
“Let me get this straight.” I set her on her feet before pulling her sweet body against mine. “I’m being too sweet. And you want me to be meaner during your pregnancy?”
“For my hormones.” Cora smirks. “I think you need to spank me to balance it all out.”
“There is no way in hell I’m spanking my pregnant wife.” No fucking way. Nope. I’ll give her anything in the world except that.
“Maybe I can convince you.” Cora steps away and slides the thin straps holding her dress off her shoulders. Then she does this little hip wiggle move that allows the silky material to slide down her luscious body. My cock turns to stone as I grasp the wall to keep my knees from buckling.
“Keep going.” I rub my bottom lip, wondering if one little smack could hurt. I mean, if it makes my baby doll happy.
“Anything for you.” She drops to her knees in front of me and looks up to wink. “We need to get these pesky clothes out of the way.”
My mind finally wakes the fuck up, and I step back and pull her to her feet. Her pouty lips turn down. “You don’t want me?” Her bottom lip trembles.