Total pages in book: 217
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
Beau breaks away from me and goes to Rose, who flaps her away. “Get married,” she orders.
“Where’s Doc?” Danny asks, going to Rose, picking her up.
“No! I’m not leaving here until Beau’s Mrs. Enigma.” She virtually growls in Danny’s face. “Make it happen.”
“Get married now,” Danny orders, jerking his head toward Lawrence. Then he smiles, big and cheesy and fake. “Please.”
“I can’t believe she’s coming now,” Beau says, pulling me toward her uncle. “I can tell she’s going to be awkward like her father.”
I stare down at Beau, flummoxed, feeling Danny and everyone else doing the same. “She?”
Beau’s eyes widen. “I didn’t say that.”
“Yes,” Danny says, walking forward, Rose draped over his arms. “You definitely said she.” He looks at a timid Rose. “Do you two know what we’re having?”
Silence. Rose looks at Beau with straight lips. Beau looks sorry.
“Well?” Danny presses.
A girl? Fuck me, as if this family needs a little girl.
“We truly will be outnumbered at this rate,” Brad mutters, looking at Pearl but quickly looking away when she catches his eye.
“Answer me, Rose,” Danny demands.
“Well, you see . . .” She nibbles her lip. Then screams in his face, making him stagger back into Ringo, who quickly steadies him. “Oh, shit, Danny!” she bellows, puffing and panting. “Hurry up!”
Lawrence starts babbling, and I don’t hear a thing.
See nothing.
Only light.
It’s suddenly only us.
“It’s not too late,” Beau whispers.
I smile. It is way past too late. Following Lawrence line for line, I recite his every word as instructed, never taking my eyes off Beau, and then listen intently, full of wonder, as she does the same, a small, knowing smile curving her lips.
“You may kiss your bride.”
I swoop in, making the most of her mouth, eating her alive, lifting her from her feet, indulging in her. Until another scream from Rose kills the passion.
Beau, arms around my neck, looks over her shoulder at Rose. “I should go help,” she says as Danny carries Rose away. She reaches into the purse dangling from her wrist and pulls out a small box. “I got this for you.” She puts it in my hand, reaches up and kisses me, then leaves me standing at the aisle. “Don’t open it until later.”
Is she kidding? I look down, frowning as I lift the lid.
I’m quickly without the ability to breathe as I stare at two lines in the window of a white plastic stick.
“What?” I whisper, glancing up, just as Beau looks over her shoulder, smiling mildly.
And light, quite literally, explodes around her.