Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Nope,” I denied.
“We’re watching that tonight,” she informed me.
I rolled my eyes, but happiness started to pierce through my chest at the thought of getting to watch this movie with her. Not because I wanted to watch the movie or anything, but because Swayze wanted to watch it with me.
There were a lot of things that Swayze did that made my heart go boom, but it was the fact that she loved me unconditionally, no matter what, that really made me realize that she meant way more to me than I’d allowed myself to realize.
“Are you sure you want to marry me, Swayze?” I asked carefully, feeling my heart start to pound a little harder as I voiced my fears. “I’m an ex-con, baby. I’m in a motorcycle club. I’m likely in a very dangerous profession. And, to make matters worse, I’m not too sure that I want to change my rough ways. You deserve a man that can give you everything. I can’t even give you a house right now. Let alone a car.”
She snorted. “I fell in love with you the moment that you put that ‘ex-con’ status to use. Do you know what seeing your sexy ass body in that orange prison uniform did for me? I was a seventeen-year-old hot mess.”
I rolled my eyes. “You were not.”
She let my head go and pulled her phone from her pocket, then showed me the background of it. “I have your mugshot as my screensaver.”
I looked down at the photo of the day that my life had changed forever.
She really did have it as a background on her phone.
I shook my head.
How had I not seen that before?
“You’re weird.” I shook my head in disbelief.
“To assuage your fears,” she said as she once again pressed her cheek to mine. “None of that bullshit you just spewed would change my mind. I love you. I’ve loved you every minute since you walked into my grandpa’s bar.”
Something lodged in my chest and grew.
My love for her.
It was all-encompassing.
“Are you sure?” I asked, trying to give her one last out. “Because once I have you, make you mine, I’m not ever letting you go.”
Honestly, at this point, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to let her go even if I wanted to.
“I’ve never let you go, so that works. You don’t let go of me, either,” she ordered. “Now, take me on a tour of this house. I love getting a piggyback ride, and I really want to see the inside.”
I laughed as I started forward. “Nice grass.”
“Really nice grass.” She paused. “Let’s buy it.”
EPILOGUE
It turns out, when you’re asked who your favorite child is, you’re supposed to pick one of your own.
-Trick to Swayze
TRICK
“Damn, that’s hot as hell.”
I frowned as I looked over at Hunt, who was leaning against the back wall along with me.
But he was looking at the woman in the witness box, and not the woman that was ‘hot as hell’ to me.
Good.
“What?” I mumbled, trying to keep my voice low.
We were at the courthouse.
I was waiting for my girl to finish up her case.
“That nurse anesthetist up there,” Hunt teased. “She’s hot as hell.”
I snorted.
Considering that Hunt was married to that nurse anesthetist I would fucking hope so.
“That will be all, Your Honor,” Swayze said, returning to her seat.
“No questions, Your Honor,” the other lawyer said, looking a bit green.
My girl had done it again.
She’d won her case, and she hadn’t even had to put much effort into it.
Swayze ‘The Bulldog’ Wheat was a badass.
She was known far and wide as the lawyer that you wanted on your side, and I fuckin’ loved that.
I loved that she was helping people like me who found themselves in hell. I loved that she was so passionate about her work, too.
“I think that next time,” the judge suggested, “you should show up with better evidence and not waste my time.” The judge turned his gaze to my girl. “Case dismissed.”
“You mind watching my kids for a moment, Hunt?” I asked as the court was dismissed.
Hunt gave me a thumbs up and walked out the door with my kids in tow.
They went dutifully, not complaining in the least that I stayed behind to wait for their mom.
I waited, my shoulders resting on the shitty wood paneling that wrapped around the courtroom.
She finally got to me ten minutes later, being the last one in the room.
She smiled up at me and then leaned upward to press her lips against mine.
My hand found her ass as I pulled her closer.
“Husband,” she breathed against my lips.
She pulled back, and I said, “Wife.”
She smiled wide. “Where are the kids?”
“They’re outside,” I answered. “With Hunt.”
She nodded, her lips pursing. “We should probably go. They’re wild.”
They were.
At four years old, our twins were the wildest that I’d ever seen.