Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Yes I did,” he said, wrapping his arms around me as I finally leaned back against him.
“Oh, Beck. It’s going to be so beautiful!”
We’d been discussing ideas for homes from sketches Rose had done for us. I’d thought it was all just dreaming for now, especially with me just having started the new business. Every dime Emily and I made went back into it.
“Beck, the money…”
My voice trailed off when he squeezed me. “Avery, how many times do I have to tell you that what’s mine is yours?”
When Beck left Texas, he told me about the trust from his mother. Money would never be a problem for him, and I was glad, because his grandfather had essentially cut Beck out of his life. And though he didn’t need a job, once he got settled in Montana, moving into the apartment with me, he started working on the Shaw Ranch. He loved it so much, and I was so happy to see him in his element. In his spare time, he helped with the flower subscription business as well.
“The only thing we have to do for now is pick the design we like. Rose said she can recommend an architect and builder. I’d like to start as soon as possible, before winter hits.”
Turning to face him, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “This feels like a dream, Beck. All of it.”
He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me. “It’s not, sweetheart. It’s our dreams coming true.” His eyes lifted, and he looked over my head. They filled with tears, but he didn’t cry. “And their dream as well.”
I knew he was talking about his parents.
Reaching up, I kissed him once more. Then I spun around after breaking the kiss and looked back at the site. “Let’s go see it!”
“Avery, one more thing…”
I was practically skipping as I started toward the area that would soon hold our home. Our home. The place where Beck and I would make beautiful memories, and hopefully a baby or two!
“Avery!” Beck called out again. Laughing he said, “Will you stop? I have something else.”
Turning, I started to walk backward. “What else could there…”
My words disappeared as I saw Beck, down on one knee, holding a little red box.
I instantly came to a halt, nearly stumbling and falling on my ass. Bringing my hands to my mouth, I slowly made my way back to him.
“Avery Grace Littlewood, would you do me the greatest honor of marrying me?”
At some point, my feet stopped moving. Dropping down to my knees, I buried my face in my hands and started to cry. But Beck was there, drawing me toward him. His strong arms wrapped me in an embrace as he asked, “Are those happy tears?”
“Yes!” I mumbled into his jacket. “So happy!”
He leaned back some and placed his finger under my chin, lifting my head so our eyes met. “I love you so much, Avery. I thank God every morning and night for bringing you into my life.”
I sniffled and resisted the urge to wipe my nose with the arm of my jacket. “I love you too, Beck. You have no idea how much. You’re making all my dreams come true.”
Lifting a brow, he asked, “Is that a yes?”
“Yes!” I cried out, throwing my arms around him. He held me tight, then let me go. He pulled the ring out of the box and held my hand as he slipped it on.
“Beck,” I whispered. “It’s beautiful.” It was a square diamond with two square sapphires on each side, all set in what looked like a platinum band.
“The sapphires reminded me of your eyes.”
I slowly shook my head as I stared at it. “It’s stunning.”
He took my hands and we stood. Cupping my face, Beck captured my mouth with his, and I felt my body melt. I loved his kisses, and the way they made me feel so loved and cherished.
When we broke apart, we were both breathing a little heavier.
“You’re going to make an enchanting bride.”
Smiling, I looked up at him. “What did you do when you realized Bradly had asked Mackenzie to marry him today as well?”
He winked. “I already knew. Bradly went with me to help pick out the ring. I asked him if he minded if I asked you today, because I wasn’t sure how long I could hold off, having this ring and not asking you.”
I laughed. “I hope you don’t think you’re getting away with a small wedding like Bradly.”
Lifting his brows, he asked, “How big are we talking?”
I chewed on my lower lip, smiled, and asked, “Have you ever been to France?”
Epilogue
JOSH
Eighteen Years Old
My eyes scanned the large room as I searched for Nathan. If I knew him, he was off with someone doing who knows what. The fact that we were in France for our cousin Beck’s wedding to Avery, our other cousin, who wasn’t blood-related, didn’t deter Nathan from flirting with as many women as he could, regardless of whether they spoke English or French.