Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
“It’s not the event that interests me. It’s the ink on my finger.”
She draws in a breath, her lips parting. “You don’t want a ring?”
“You want one, I’ll try it out. But ink is permanent.”
“Permanent.,” she repeats wispily. “Think it would cause a riot if we snuck off and screwed the whole deal?”
“I’d do it in a heartbeat if I thought you really wanted it.”
She pulls her lips through her teeth, the wheels turning. I’m ready to find a fucking JP until her face softens. “I want it all. Is that selfish? The immediate gratification and the big celebration.”
“Like I said, make the call.”
“I’ll think on it.”
She’s torn, which is expected. It took my dad to make me see that giving her the wedding was the right thing.
She has gone through hell and her family deserves this.
The greedy bastard in me wanted to protest, but he was right. She will get her day.
Even if it means waiting a few months.
I hold her stare, sifting my fingers through the ends of her hair. “You ready to load up Mack and Talon and head out?”
“Thank you, Ford, for giving me this family.”
My throat tightens and I drop my forehead to hers. “Thank you, Rowan, for making it whole.”
Her eyes grow misty, and I catch the first tear with my finger.
That night in the bar comes to mind. She spoke the same words—Thank you, Ford—while looking at me with the same appreciation. My chest tightens at what a fucking idiot I was.
“Feel like stopping by Tom’s after dinner?”
She studies me, understanding flickering in her gaze. “We can’t keep recreating our do-overs.”
“Not trying to go back in time. It’s about new memories.”
“I like that idea.”
“Get inside and get ready. I’ll be right there.”
She tips up, kissing me softly, before leaving me to my thoughts.
I drop my chin to my chest, blowing out a breath and feeling a sense of peace wash through me.
Years of discipline and control…
Combat Training…
Fighting wars…
Everything I’ve done leading up to now.
You finally fucking did it, Whitman. You won.
And the reward is your forever.