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)
“That was awful sweet. You trying to get in my pants?”
“Don’t really have to try, do I? You’re always begging me to get up in there—Brody, I’ve never had anyone as good as you. Brody, you’re such a god. How did I get so lucky to have you?”
I laughed, deep and hearty. “Fuck you, and you wish. Pretty sure it’s the other way around.”
We sobered again, just dancing and holding each other, and I said, “I like that…something good coming out of the feud. It was all making the way for this moment to happen. This is our new legacy, ya know? Not that fucking feud. The O’Ralleys and Mitchells together, the way it’s supposed to be.”
We danced half the night. When everyone was drunk and exhausted, Isaac said, “I think it’s time for us to go. Thanks for giving us the house tonight. I have a feeling we’re going to be loud. I don’t want you to be jelly.”
Walker’s cheeks flushed. He still wasn’t as outspoken as Isaac.
I rolled my eyes. “You wish.” We were staying at the O’Ralley house tonight, and they were going home. Then tomorrow they’d be leaving for their honeymoon.
I pulled Isaac into my arms and hugged him. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
When we parted, he took a few steps away, then said, “Oh, Cohen.” I looked at him, and he tossed something my way. “Catch.”
The bouquet fell into my arms.
“Looks like you’re next.” He winked at me, then walked away with his husband.
“Ah, hell. Does that mean we’re doing this again?”
“Be nice, Big Daddy,” Dwain intervened.
I looked at the flowers, then Brody. “You willing to marry a no-good Mitchell one day?”
Brody smiled. “If he’s you and he asks me real nice.” He pulled me to him and took my mouth, the flowers crushed between us.
I didn’t know what the future held, only that I intended to live it out with Brody by my side.
The End