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I'm in the bathroom. Sebastian thinks I'm getting ready to leave on our honeymoon.
My hand shakes as I stare at the white stick, willing it to hurry up.
I don't know what I want it to say, whether I want one line or two. Whether I'm ready for the life-changing shock two lines would be.
I look down at my wedding ring and think about the man in the other room. My husband. And I realize that if it's two lines, I won't be alone. I'll have him every step of the way.
When the time is up, I look at the stick, and my heart tumbles around inside my chest.
I walk out of the bathroom, my hand still shaking as I hold the stick out to the man I married the night before. "Sebastian?"
He looks down at my hand, his face unreadable. He takes the stick from me and looks closely at it, then looks back up at me. "You're pregnant?"
I'm nervous. I don't know how he'll respond. Or if he's recovered from the loss of Hope. Or if he even wants children anymore.
But he smiles, tears filling his eyes, and all my fear is washed away. "We're having a baby?" he asks.
I nod. "Is… that okay?"
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me up, then kisses me. "Okay? It's better than okay. It's perfect. I love you so much, Kacie. Thank you. Thank you for filling my life with everything I've ever wanted, and so much more I didn't even know I could have."
He stole the words from my heart, and tears of joy roll down my cheeks as I press my face against his chest. "You've changed me, Sebastian," I tell him. "I used to be scared of that, but now I realize that it's a good thing, to be changed by love. I haven't lost anything at all, like I feared. Instead, I've gained everything."
He puts me down, wiping his eyes. "Remember the note I sent you?" he asks.
I remember. The note so sweet and tender I couldn't even share it with Tate. "Yes. It said, 'I remember our wedding, Kacie. I remember all of it, because it was the best day of my life.' That's it, right?"
He nods, grinning. "Well, I changed my mind. This is the best day of my life."
I laugh, shaking my head as I pull his lips to mine. "No, my love. The best days are yet to come."
THE END
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What happens in Vegas…might destroy you. Or remake you all together.
I make a living giving men and women their ultimate fantasies…as submissives of the mysterious Mistress Hawthorne. I’ve never surrendered to anyone. That’s not the way it works. Or rather, not the way I operate. But when the gorgeous Lachlan MacKenzie shows up in my life, he throws everything out of balance.
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No Naughty Deed Goes Unpunished
This isn't my usual client.
Normally, they come to me. It's discreet and makes everyone's life easier. But for certain people, you make exceptions.
My 1984 black Fiat convertible rumbles across the bridge, heading for the famous Las Vegas Strip. Cerulean clouds flee as the molten sunset dominates the sky, and I lay on the gas a little harder. I'm in no hurry—I never allow myself to be late. But with the wind dancing through my hair, the thrill of speed digs a bit deeper into my soul.
I review my gear, ensuring nothing is left to chance. Leather crop, purchased several years ago from a tack shop. Restraints in the form of scarlet cotton rope — silk ties are for movies and books. Entirely too slippery and time consuming. The usual detritus: blindfolds, clamps, rubber whips that range from noisy to pain-inducing. Sultry music, though I also brought a selection of classical entries on my iPad.
A quick check in my rearview mirror assures me that the Mac Russian Red lipstick I've fallen in love with provides just enough contrast so as not to clash with my long red curls. I even donned my glasses for the occasion, as opposed to my contacts. You'd be surprised how many men love a girl in specs.