Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 145823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“No.” He cupped my face and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m right where I need to be.”
God, I loved this man.
“Daddy!” Finley yelled. “I saved our seats!” She pointed to the beach chairs she’d claimed.
“We’ll…” Jackson started to yell, then glanced down at Grant and thought better of it.
“Go ahead, I’ll be right over,” I assured him, letting my hand trail down his side, where two more coordinates had been inked. The first led to the very spot we were standing now—where we’d first met. The second, the hospital where Grant had been born.
“Don’t be too long,” he said softly.
“You going to miss me?”
“Nawh.” He smirked, and I felt it between my thighs. The man was lethal. “I’m just not sure I can keep our daughter from eating your share of the cobbler.”
I shook my head as he threw me a wink and walked away, cradling our son carefully.
The water was cool as it washed over my sun-warmed feet, and I let the peace of the moment sink in and fill my soul. My toes brushed against something hard, and I bent down, scooping the object free and letting the water rinse the sand away.
It was a piece of green sea glass the size of my thumb. Its edges were soft and worn, much like the pendant I wore around my neck. I smiled softly at my find, then tossed it underhand back into the sea.
“Why did you do that?” Fin asked, appearing at my side.
“So someone else can find it.” I glanced from my daughter to the water where the glass had disappeared. Maybe one day it would turn up at the feet of another brokenhearted girl and speak to her the way countless pieces had spoken to me as I’d carefully rebuilt myself.
Her brows puckered. “You don’t want it?”
“I think someone might need it more than I do. I have enough.” I took her hand and smiled.
As we walked back to the barbecue, I looked out over our little crowd.
Jagger, Paisley, and their kids were camped out in a set of chairs, with Ember, Josh, and Quinn taking the next set over. On the other side, Grayson held both Sam and Delaney in his lap as he pretended to eat his daughter’s cheeks, much to her delight.
Jackson glanced tenderly at our son, then smiled at us as we made our way to him.
I had more than enough.
I had everything I’d ever wanted.