He sealed his lips over hers as cheers and congratulations sounded around them.
“Marrying me will be the second best decision you’ve ever made, sweetheart,” Heath said against her lips.
“Third,” she reminded him. “But who’s counting?”
Heath hugged her, and over Heath’s shoulder Ally eyed Amanda, who was also in tears, hugging their mother.
“I couldn’t answer your calls,” Mandy called to her. “This was too big. I would have told you!”
Ally laughed as her vision blurred from her tears. With shaky hands she held on to Heath and looked into the piercing blue eyes that’d had her from the moment she’d first seen him walk into the resort in Vermont.
“Come with me.” Ally held Heath’s hand and walked over to Mary Lou. She took her soon-to-be mother-in-law’s hands and pressed them to her cheeks. “Can you feel it?”
“Honey,” she answered with damp eyes. “Your love is so big I can see it.”
—The End—
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WILD BOYS JACKSON (Book Three)
Jackson Excerpt - Chapter One
JACKSON WILD PUT his cell phone on speaker mode, set it on the coffee table, and shoved a few extra protein bars into his backpack as he listened to his younger brother and business partner rattle off their schedule for next weekend’s photo shoot. They owned one of the most prestigious photography studios in New York City, and both of them enjoyed the perks of the business—leggy models and actresses who loved to party. Jackson had never missed an event, but that didn’t stop his overly organized brother, Cooper, from confirming for a second time.
“Sage Remington’s gallery opening is Friday night. Are you sure you and Erica will be back by then?”
Jackson flopped onto his leather couch and kicked his bare feet up on the table beside the phone.
“Yeah. We’re coming back Thursday night.” Gazing out at the city lights, he thought about Erica Lane, who had been his best friend—with benefits—since high school. Everyone except Jackson called her Erica. He’d given her the nickname Laney the very first time they’d met, when she’d been a tough, mouthy, and beautiful teenager.
“You’ve got Mom covered while I’m away?” Jackson asked. Their father had been killed while trying to ward off an attack on their mother in the middle of the night, right in their bedroom. He’d rushed the attacker, but he was no match for the two bullets that tore through his chest and stole his life as his wife suffered a savage beating that left her blind. Now Jackson and his three brothers took turns visiting their mother on a daily basis, making sure she was safe and taking her on outings and to run errands, and in general, ensuring she continued to have a full life after losing their father and her eyesight.
“Yeah. No problem,” Cooper assured him. “How’d things go with those two girls from the bar you took home Wednesday night? They were smokin’ hot.”
“Let’s just say—” Jackson turned at the sound of his front door flying open and slamming against the doorstop.
“Get your clothes off,” Laney hollered as she burst through the door carrying an armful of red roses and the biggest box of chocolates Jackson had ever seen. She slammed the chocolates and roses on the counter. Several roses tumbled to the floor, leaving a trail of petals as Laney glared over her shoulder at him.
“Come on. Strip,” she demanded. Her blond hair was wild, as if she’d run from wherever she’d come from, and her cheeks were red with anger, but it was the look in her eyes that had Jackson’s blood boiling. They were damp, as if she’d been crying.
He strode across the room, forgetting about Cooper, and grabbed her by the shoulders. She glared up at him with her jaw tight, her eyes shooting daggers as she tore at the buttons on his shirt.
“Get this off. I need to get laid.” She was five foot four to his six three, with full, pouty lips, an angular, tipped-up nose, and big hazel eyes, which could look innocent or wicked, depending on her mood. Currently they were watery and angry, which had his gut fisting into a knot. She shifted away from his gaze as she fumbled with his buttons and said, “Fuck. I can’t—”
Jackson pressed his hand to hers on his chest and felt her trembling.
“Talk to me, Laney. Why were you crying? What happened?”