Flash Point Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Kilgore Fire, #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Kilgore Fire Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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“It was a two for one special,” Tai handed over both his niece and his nephew.

I smiled.

“Thank you,” I looked into his eyes. “Is this what they’re wearing?”

Tai nodded. “This was the best they had on such short notice.”

I grinned. “I like it.”

It was Christmas, after all, and with me giving Tai’s brother and sister-in-law such short notice, I was happy with the results.

“It’s not surprising that you couldn’t find anything when you hold the wedding a month after getting engaged, and then don’t tell anyone that it’s a wedding until they show up,” my mother grumbled.

I glared at her.

“According to the internet, I’m allowed to be a bitch on my wedding day,” I told her. “You knew we were going to get married as soon as we could.”

She sighed.

“I did,” she admitted. “I was just hoping you’d let me plan it.”

I bit my lip, knowing that she wanted to plan a big wedding.

That, however, had been Daniela’s dream, not mine.

I didn’t like big crowds of people. I didn’t like hanging out with people I didn’t know.

I would much rather hang out with an intimate group of family and friends that I loved rather than trying to mingle with people that were barely acquaintances.

“Can I wear something like this,” the little girl at my feet asked, pointing to my dress.

I smiled at her.

“Hi, Catori,” I introduced myself, holding my hand out to her after introductions.

She took it, then lifted my hand up to her lips and pressed a wet kiss to the back.

“I’m pleasured to see you, again,” the little girl, Catori, beamed.

“Pleased,” Tai corrected. “Make sure that you stay away from anything that resembles dirt,” Tai instructed. “And he likes to eat anything you have laying around. It doesn’t matter if it’s supposed to be edible or not.”

With that, Tai left Mia, my mom, and I alone with two very cute kiddos.

“They’re darlings,” Mia lied. “I promise.”

***

They were hellions, pure and simple.

I was bent over, praying that the stain that was on the bottom of my dress would not be that noticeable, but I knew it would.

Biting my lip, I stood up and looked down at it in dismay.

“Shit,” I said, shaking my head.

“You ready, baby girl?” My dad’s voice cut into my thoughts.

His eyes automatically went to my dress where the large guacamole stain sat.

“That looks…cool,” he observed with a straight face.

I glared at him.

After I told him about what had happened with Adam, the cutest ring boy in the world, my dad started to laugh.

“Why did you have it in here for anyway?” He asked.

I shrugged.

“I was hungry,” I grumbled.

I hadn’t had any morning sickness since finding out that I was pregnant.

I was eight weeks or so along, and I was praying that this hunger would slow down.

I’d already gained more than fifteen pounds, and the recommended weight gain was only twenty-five.

Considering I still had over seven months to go, I didn’t see the scales being nice to me.

“Let’s go,” daddy snapped his fingers. “Your man’s already bitchin.’”

I rolled my eyes.

I didn’t doubt it.

“What’s he wearing?” I wondered, hoping it was at least something nice.

“Black,” he said.

I sighed.

“He’s wearing all black to my wedding, isn’t he?” I asked.

My father smiled.

“You’ll like it,” he patted my hand.

With that cryptic comment, I walked out the door of the side bedroom of Booth’s parents’ house.

It seemed fitting, after all.

This was where we’d shared our first kiss. Our first embrace. Our first sexual experience. Our first reunion. Now it would be the place that we would forever associate with our wedding.

He led me around the side of the house, and my breath caught in my throat as I caught my first good look at Booth.

He was in black. Not all black, though.

We’d debated on what he should wear, and I finally relented and told him nice jeans and a nice shirt.

He was wearing nice jeans, but he was wearing a black t-shirt. He also had on his ugly scuffed up work boots, and all I could do was smile. That was my man, after all. I wouldn’t want him be anything but himself.

He was standing on a wooden pathway that led from the pool area in the backyard to a raised deck with a garden on three sides of it.

On the back wall, however, hung thousands and thousands of Christmas lights, giving off a soft glow even though it was about an hour before dusk.

“Oh,” I breathed softly. “It’s so beautiful, and so is he.”

My father squeezed my shoulder as we started our approach, making everyone in the yard that was sitting on the various chairs that they brought with them, to stand.

I smiled and waved at Cheyenne, my coworker, and her husband, a big man that was quite intimidating.

“Alright, Catori,” I whispered to the little girl that’d been holding my hand. “Go throw your flowers.


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