Cannon (A Step Brother Romance #3)

Hendrix turns me around, slides his arms around me, across my belly, his face in my neck. "I'm definitely sure," he says. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. This is what I want. With you, and with our son."

We're having a boy. I'm going to be a mother. And, as of today, here on the beach, a wife. Everything is as it should be. Really, it's better than I could have ever imagined. I was prepared for it to all go badly, the fallout after the awards show.

It wasn't easy, that's for sure. I lost my cushy contract with the record label. And some friends. My mother and Hendrix's father haven't spoken to us. His father never said anything else about the fight they had, though, not to any media outlet. My mother, on the other hand, is supposedly writing a tell-all book. But my sister Grace has been one of my biggest supporters, and we're closer than ever. And I know that our son and Brady will grow up together.

I'm writing songs like crazy now. I started my own label, an indie one, and I'm going to put out a folk album in a couple of weeks. I'm also marrying Hendrix – in approximately five minutes. And we're having a baby.

When the minister says, "You may kiss the bride," Hendrix smiles.

"Hell, yeah," he whispers in my ear. And when he kisses me, it's just like the first time, under the grove. We're sixteen years old again, teenagers with our whole lives ahead of us, and the world stops spinning, and just like that, everything is as it should be.

My life might not be a total fairy tale, the way everyone – including me – thought it would be when I was first discovered. But even if it's not perfect, and Hendrix and I are nowhere close to being fictional royalty, it's our story. We'll live our version of happily ever after.

And that's enough.





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Luke Saint

I'm good at three things: f**king, jumping out of planes, and chasing forest fires.

I'm not looking to settle down. Women with baggage? Pass.

Autumn Mayburn definitely has baggage.

She's the opposite of my type -- uptight, too smart for her own good, and, shi**, she has a kid.

I don't even like kids.

She's the last thing I need.

She's everything I want.



Autumn Mayburn

I don't believe in fairy tales. Not since I caught my Prince Charming screwing his secretary while I was pregnant.

I moved to West Bend with my baby to start a new life. I'm a single mom. I'm not exactly looking for romance.

And definitely not romance in the form of a cocky, womanizing, bad boy like Luke Saint.

I hate him from the moment I meet him.

He's nothing that I want. He just might be everything I need.





CHAPTER ONE


Autumn Mayburn


Today should have been the happiest day of my life. Today was the day that Edward and I had been trying for the past four years.

The test was positive.

I took it three times this morning, just to make sure. And then I drove straight to my family doctor's office and got the blood test. Still positive.

I did a happy dance in the office room. My doctor is my family doctor -- he's known me for all of my twenty-seven years, and I think he was as tickled as I was. He knows how hard this journey has been for us.

And then, this. Two hours later, I got the call from my doctor again. "Now, Doc Statham, don't tell me that I have to come back for an appointment already," I said, my voice teasing. Nothing could knock me off the cloud I was floating on.

Nothing, that is, except the words that came out of his mouth after that. "Your father," he said. "I'm sorry, Autumn."

I shook my head, trying to get my brain to process what he was saying. His voice sounded like it was far away, like he was speaking to me through some kind of tunnel. "No," I said. "It's not possible."

"It was sudden, Autumn," he said. "Heart attack on the golf course."

"Where -- is everyone at the hospital?" I asked. "But -- they'll fix him. He's in surgery, right?"