An Evil Mind

Wren, his glasses perched on his nose and his stubble dark, laughs.

“No, you can’t.”

“I think you should still call him that!” Kayla chimes from behind him, picking lint off his graduation cap. “And hi, you. Love the tan you’re working on.”

“Hi sweetstuff,” I coo back at her. “It’s been too long.”

“Isis, we talked last night.”

“Too long! You should come back. I miss you and the house misses you and the shitbaby cat misses you,” I lament. Jack reaches up and strokes my back with one hand, the other clicking around on Skype.

“Alright you two, I should go,” He says.

“Right! Talk to you later,” Wren smirks.

“Good luck!” Kayla beams. Jack growls and shuts the laptop quickly.

“Hey grumpass! What’s the frown for? Wait, don’t tell me, Oolong took a shit in the bed.”

Jack sighs and entwines his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. “No.”

“Diiiiddd he eat your hair gel again?”

“No,” Jack murmurs, resting his head in the crook of my neck and sniffing my hair. “You smell like ocean.”

“I smell like questions!” I correct, and turn to face him. “What’s got you so worked up, huh? You’ve been out of it for days. And every time I catch you on Skype with Wren you always exit out so quick! Are you two sharing porn? Is this a porn thing? Am I a widow now?”

“He’s going through puberty!” Gregory shouts from the kitchen.

“Shut up!” Jack shouts back, then quickly adds. “Sir!”

Gregory’s chuckles can be heard from here, and I laugh with him, but Jack hugs me close and it’s then I know something’s really wrong.

“Hey, hey you.” I pull away, cupping his face. “If you don’t tell me what’s wrong right now, I’m going to die. And then fly away. Or, wait, reverse those two, I don’t think dead things can fly unless they are zombies slash angels and I am most certainly not an ange-”

Jack’s mouth is so close to my ear. “Marry me.”

I freeze, a horde of icy tingles cascading down my body.

“W-What?”

He groans and nuzzles into my neck. I can feel the blush on his cheeks with my own skin.

“Don’t make me say it twice.”

“Jack, what the f*ck –”

“Marry me,” He repeats. “Marry me. I want you to be my wife, Isis. I want you to – I want you to be mine.”

“I am yours, idiot,” I kiss his neck.

“I know. But I want everyone to know. I want your Mom and Dad to come out, and my Mom, and I want Wren and Kayla here, and Diana and Yvette, and Mira and James and Charlie –”

“Ugh, do we have to invite Charlie?”

Jack laughs. “He’ll bring his grandmother. You’ll love her, she’s much better than he is. I just want them all here, with us, I want them to see how happy we are, and I want them to celebrate with us, and I want to see you in a white gown smiling and cutting a cake and being happier than you’ve ever been.”

“I’m happy here! You know that!”

“But you haven’t seen your parents in years. And I haven’t seen mine. Just imagine this house filled up with people –”

“They’d sleep…on the table?”

“ – Imagine the village motel filled with people,” He corrects. “All the people you love. You could show them around, we could go to the beach and do fireworks, you’d make the best cake known to mankind –”

“Every cake I make is the best known to mankind,” I say haughtily. He pokes my belly and I giggle and twist away, but he leans in and captures me again.

“And you’d be…you’d be Isis Hunter. If, shit, if that’s alright with you. You obviously don’t have to, I’m perfectly content being with you forever like this, but I just thought, I don’t know, I just thought –”

I turn and kiss him, shoving him onto the bed and sitting on his stomach playfully.

“Okay. So I marry you. What’s in it for me?”

“I devote myself to you,” He answers, face serious.

“You are already quite devoted,” I smirk, kissing down his jawline and into his collarbone.

“I protect you. As much as a hellion like you needs outside protection.”

I laugh against his chest, and trail my mouth down it.

“I become yours,” he adds. “In every way.”

I kiss the hem of his jeans. “You already are.”

He pulls me up and kisses me hard and fierce, flipping us over and pushing me into the pillows, gently nipping at my ear.

“Then it’s easy, isn’t it? All that’s left is one silly white dress, and a cake, and our families.”

“You just want to see me in a wedding dress,” I snicker. He looks me up and down, and gives me a cocky smirk as he gently snaps the thigh of my swimsuit against my skin.

“Can you blame me?”

“I blame you for everything. World hunger, Ronald Regan, Lady Gaga –” I inhale as he presses his knee between my legs. “ - my current about-to-be-ravished state.”

He laughs, and the sound rings so clear and true in the house I want to kiss him again, and again. Forever. But he knits his lips, instead.

“So, is that a no?”

I lace my arms around his neck and bring him closer to my face.

“Who do you think I am? I’m Isis Blake. I try everything once. Or four times. If it’s cheap enough and tasty enough - ”

Jack’s ice eyes are serious and hard, and I lose my joking edge.

“- and I’d be honored to try marriage with you - ”

Jack smiles.

“- you big stupid idiot.”





THE END





Acknowledgments

~To the readers. To the brave soldiers of broken hearts, who read to the end and endured countless wounds on the way – you are the inspiration of my life. Thank you for making this book more than a book, but a living, breathing thing. You’ve poured so much love into this series, and I can only hope I gave you as much love back. Isis and Jack will always be waiting to welcome you home.

~To Laura, Sarah, the LBs – As always, thank you for believing in the lackluster writer I am. ;)

~To Katie Ashley, Emily Snow, Michelle Valentine, you have been so instrumental in helping me discover this path. Thank you. Your kindness and love has kept me moving forward. A huge, massive, standing applause thank you to Stephanie Higgins at Romance Addict Book Blog. She’s put on every blog tour for me, and has been a lovely, patient, beautiful woman to work side-by-side with.

~To the community, reviewers, book bloggers, goodreads librarians – Rock on so hard. Keep rocking until all the rocks in the world turn to sand, and then throw a huge beach party. You’ve earned it. You work so hard for so little, read so many books for so little thanks, and keep your ears and minds and hearts open to each story. I can never thank you enough for your reviews and support. God bless the heckie out of you.