Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 86064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
We lost Roxy three years ago, which took a long time to get over––for all of us. It hit Grant hardest, however. Over the years she’d become his shadow, even going to the stadium with him once he started coaching.
Otherwise Life is good.
“Let me ask you a couple of questions––” I say to the gorgeous man lazing on our bed. “Is it, or is it not my birthday today?”
“It is,” my husband says. Morosely, I should add.
“And don’t I get to choose what I want?”
“You do.” His shoulders sag in defeat.
“Do you want to get lucky tonight?” The most important question of them all.
“Does the sun rise every morning, woman?”
“Then I suggest you start.” I lower myself onto our bed and take in the sight of my knight. Bare-chested…naked…with the exception of the reading glasses he now needs to wear. Still the hottest man I’ve ever seen.
Still the biggest erection on the planet.
On hands and knees, I stalk toward the love of my life, my grizzly bear, my klutzy knight-in-no-armor, my best friend and lover and watch a slow smile light up his face. “You’re not getting out of it this time,” I add to drive my point home.
Before Grant, everything I thought I knew about love was wrong. That being immersed in it would mean drowning, losing myself…that it would be the end of me. Turns out, Grant was the anchor I could count on not to sink me, but to keep me steady.
My third child decides this happens to be a perfect moment to practice his karate moves. I feel it all the way to my throat. Little jerk. Sam is at NYU majoring in engineering and Ashley’s turning nine. We really didn’t plan on having any more. And then an oops happened.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
High-risk pregnancy makes the man I live with almost unbearable. “Everything’s perfect. Get to it, Daddy-O.”
Grant clears his throat, adjusts his specs, and picks up my Kindle. I snuggle in my spot under his arm and kiss his chest.
God, I love this man. He’s taught me that the best love stories don’t start at the bow of a ship, they don’t scream up at a balcony. They slip thief-like into your heart while you’re busy living, when you’re not paying attention. They can be found in quiet company, in understanding, in moments where words aren’t necessary. The best love story I know didn’t start with bells and whistles. It started with a man offering a boy a shoulder to cry on.
He glances down and pecks my lips. “Ready?”
“Anytime now.”
Looking down at the Kindle, he takes a deep breath and starts.
“Adam looked across the dance floor. Past the bride and groom gently swaying in the dying hours. Past the memories and broken promises hanging in the Charleston air. He recognized the man on the side of the dance floor staring back at him for who he really was…his one true love…”
Epilogue 2
Amanda,
I’ve spent the last five hours staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to explain what you mean to me and God knows I’m not good with words but I’m going to give it a shot.
Before you, football was all I had. And now for the first time in my life, I feel like I have a chance at something good, a life I hadn’t allowed myself to want because I didn’t think it was possible for men like me. But you loving me gives me hope, makes me want to try and be the man you deserve. And that scares the shit out of me because I’m afraid of what will happen if you leave and take all my hope with you.
Before you, I knew how to do this life. You’ve changed that and there’s no turning back. I love you. I love your kindness. I love your generosity. I love your loyalty. I love your heart and your mind. There isn’t anything about you I don’t love.
Please give me another chance to prove it to you.
Indefatigable: incapable of being tired out; unyielding to fatigue. My love for you.
Grant