Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I heard a gagging sound coming from the downstairs window, followed by a giggle from Mel, and Cohen and I shared a laugh.
“I think I should move into your place…immediately,” I added.
He snickered, and we kissed again.
Yes, there was still plenty we had to figure out. But we could figure it out together.
EPILOGUE
Cohen
One Year Later
“I now pronounce you husband and husband,” Mel said. She’d gotten ordained just for this.
I locked eyes with Brody and smiled, my chest swelling the way it always did when I looked at him. He returned it, and I could read his expression, knew he was feeling exactly what I was—love, surprise at how we’d ended up here, and happiness.
“Time to kiss, gorgeous,” Isaac said from beside me. Walker stood in front of him, Brody beside Walker.
“I know.” Walker wrapped a hand around the back of Isaac’s neck and tugged him closer. Their lips met, and the crowd cheered. Brody’s eyes glistened as Walker and Isaac sealed their ceremony, each of us watching them from our perches as their best men. I mean, I couldn’t deny they had great taste. We were the best.
“I’m married!” Isaac flung himself at me, and I caught him. “I’m going to be barefoot and pregnant in no time.”
There was laughter from around us as we all hugged and congratulated them.
We were on Mitchell/O’Ralley property, with the new, much larger distillery behind us. Brody had moved into my house with me right after I’d come home, and Walker and Isaac lived with us for now, but they were having their own place built on the property. It had been an eventful year, to say the least.
As we all worked our way back down the aisle, through the white chairs on either side, I smiled at Mom and Dad, who’d come out for the ceremony and to see what we’d done with O’Ralley & Mitchell. We’d had a long talk, the three of us, and Dad was trying to get better about spending time with me, but it wasn’t just him. I was working on getting better at connecting with him as well.
The property was decorated beautifully—Lauren had helped put it all together—and per Isaac’s request, in all whites and pale pinks. There were bows in the trees, fairy lights, and flowers strung all around the gazebo Isaac got built just for this. I’d tried to tell Isaac white was for virgins, but he’d shushed me and joked about Walker being his first. Walker just rolled his eyes like he often did with Isaac, but it was done with love. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind about that.
Big Daddy had grumbled through the whole planning process, but I knew it was because he thought he was supposed to. He loved this shit, the whole big-happy-family thing. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen him smile so much.
Things hadn’t changed between him and me overnight. There was a lot of history for him to work through, but we had, and I respected the hell out of him. He was a good man who wanted nothing more than for his family to be happy and his business to stay afloat. I couldn’t fault him for that. It had to be hard, knowing my family had stolen from him, that what we had should have been theirs, but he’d gotten over it and accepted me. Took a big man to do that.
It had been hell trying to get him to accept money from me, but I’d been determined to do the right thing. After weeks of back-and-forth, we ended up finally deciding to bring the two distilleries together, which I’d always hoped to do. The fence had come down, and plans for a new distillery had been in the works. There were times through the process where I thought I was going to kill Big Daddy, Dwain, or hell, even Brody, and I was sure they felt the same about me, but it was done now. O’Ralley & Mitchell hadn’t been open but a month, yet it had been a hell of a month, everyone from Buckridge and maybe half of Georgia wanting a first glimpse and a first taste of what our families could do if we worked together.
Most problems in life would be solved easier if people were willing to do that—just work together.
I supposed the sexy photos we posted on social media of the brothers, me, and Isaac didn’t hurt either.
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, the familiar feel of Brody’s lips on the back of my neck. “You’re spacing off.”
I looked up to find that everyone had moved toward the building while I was standing alone on the lawn like a crazy person. “Was thinking about sneaking away with you somewhere you could blow me.”
“Oh, well, that’s funny because I was thinking you’d be the one to blow me,” Brody countered.