Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I find her and Ma huddled together at the table, their heads bent close as they both talk a mile a minute. I stand in the doorway, watching them in silence, a lump in my throat.
For a motherfucker who never wanted this before Kenna, I've never seen anything more beautiful than my future wife arm in arm with my Ma, gossiping like old friends.
Kenna senses me standing there and turns to glance at me over her shoulder. She gives me that fucking smile that makes my knees weak. There isn't a single shadow in her eyes. Not a single trace of the last weeks lingering in their depths. They're clear and bright. And I know in the depths of my soul that she's going to be okay.
Our family—hers, mine, and the one we forge together—will make sure of it.
Epilogue
Kenna
Ten Years Later
"Ma." Cormac stops across my dressing room, a scowl on his fierce little face. "Dad said you can't wear that."
"Your dad doesn't dictate my wardrobe, Cormac," I murmur, rubbing my hand across my stubborn son's head. He's just like his father…only somehow, he's ten times worse. He's a total menace. Bossy. Giant. And always up to no good. He's also always on his dad's side when it comes to me.
No one flirts with me or crosses a line unless they want to answer to my nine-year-old son and then my cranky husband. I love them both so much it's unreal. He's our only baby. My career has been so chaotic since he was born. Bringing another kid into the mix just didn't make sense. Gideon and I are happy with our one.
And God knows, he certainly keeps us busy.
Life is good. Actually, life is a dream come true. For the last ten years, I've lived a fairytale. Not every moment has been perfect. There are always hard decisions and difficult days. John hasn't been the only crazy man we've had to deal with over the years. Others have tried to cross lines. I get sent creepy and inappropriate things more often than anyone should. That's life in the limelight. But my management team handles it. I rarely ever even seen those things.
Gideon does. He makes sure he knows every threat or potential threat aimed my way. He still runs the company with his brothers. But when I'm on tour, I'm his only client. It's been challenging, but it's been worth it too.
I don't tour often. I prefer to stick closer to home with Gideon and Cormac.
My son huffs out a breath, clearly dissatisfied with my answer. "You need to change before I tell Dad."
"Cormac!" I narrow my eyes on him. "You need to mind your business before I ground you."
"Ma!"
"Don't Ma me."
"Fine," he grumbles, stomping out of the dressing room the same way he came in. I shake my head, watching him go. Good grief. Whoever he marries is going to need a spine of steel. He's only nine and he's already bossy as all get out! He's going to be a holy terror when he's older.
He's probably right about the outfit though. Gideon is going to lose his mind about it. But that's precisely the point. I like keeping my man on his toes. And this tiny little dress will definitely do that.
I fluff my hair and apply another coat of lipstick before slipping out of the dressing room to hide until it's time to go onstage. If he can't find me, he can't make me change. And I know darn well that Cormac is going to snitch on me.
He is his father's son, through and through.
I hide in the wings, watching Winter's set on stage. Ronan's wife is one of my closest friends now. I absolutely love her.
A few minutes later, I see Cormac sneaking past with a box in his hands.
What in the world?
I watch through narrowed eyes as he creeps up to the edge of the stage, trying to remain hidden. A claw extends out over the side of the box as he kneels toward the floor.
Holy crap.
I jump out of my hiding spot, scurrying toward him.
"Don't you even think about it," I growl as he starts to tip the box sideways to release whatever animal he's hiding inside of it.
He sees me coming and jumps to his feet, trying to thrust the box behind his back.
"Cormac Carmichael, get your butt away from this stage right now."
"Ma, I wasn't doing nothing," he lies.
I snatch the box from behind his back, groaning when I see half a dozen lobsters milling around inside.
"Lobsters, Cormac? You were going to release lobsters on stage?"
"Only because I couldn't find Dad," he mumbles.
"Where did you even get them from?"
"I bought them from the kitchen."
"You bought them? How in the world did you get the money to buy six live lobsters?"
"Memphis."
Of course Winter's band member gave him the money. The man in insane.