Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 103918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“I keep thinking back to the last thing I really saw clearly before that day when I woke up and everything was just a blur. It was you,” I whispered. “It was you smiling as you said good night to me and sang me yet another round of ‘Happy Birthday.’” My throat closed up as I added, “That was such a great night, Con. Of all the things you’ve given me, I think that’s the one I’m most grateful for.”
I heard my brother shuffle a bit, then his hand was affectionately cupping my cheek. “Lex,” he said gently, then he pulled me forward and wrapped his arms around me.
I choked back a sob as he hugged me.
Really hugged me.
It wasn’t the stiff embrace he’d given me the day before when Gideon and I had been leaving Luca’s house.
It was a genuine all-in Con hug.
“I couldn’t lose that memory, Con. I couldn’t risk it. All those tests and procedures that you would have had to watch fail right alongside me…” I shook my head emphatically because even now, the idea of it threatened to tear away the image of Con’s wide smile and little laugh lines as his eyes danced with mirth.
“It’s okay, little brother. You’re not going to lose it. Even if I have to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you every time we talk, that fucker is staying put in that genius mind of yours, do you hear me?”
I laughed because it was such a Con thing to say.
I nodded against his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I croaked.
Con shook his head against me. “No,” he said firmly. Then he was pulling back and grasping my upper arms. There was no doubt in my mind that he was looking me right in the eye. “You never have to say those words to me, Lex. Especially not when I’m being a stubborn son of a bitch.”
I laughed and said, “Promise me you won’t ever stop being that guy, Con. He saved my life… he saved a lot of lives.”
More silence, then I was back in my brother’s arms. His hold was fierce as he whispered, “Never.”
Con held me for a lot longer than he probably needed to, but I was glad for it. When he did release me, he took my hand and led me back to the seating area and this time when we sat, I could tell he was close because his knee occasionally brushed mine.
“So, tell me about this man of yours,” Con said. “Leave it to my little brother to snag himself a hottie in the middle of the woods in Nowhere, Maine.”
I rolled my eyes but not because of my brother’s comment about my fiancé’s hotness level. “Oh please, we both know you’ve already had him checked out. Between you and King, you probably know more about him than I do.”
My brother was silent a moment and I knew why.
I sighed because I hated the fact that I’d already brought my brother down again, but it was a topic we needed to deal with. The tension between King and Con had been like a living, breathing thing the day before. I hadn’t needed to be able to see to know that. Gideon had filled in the blanks for me about some of the looks that had passed between my brothers, and from his description, it wasn’t good.
And it was all my fault.
“He seems like a good man,” Con finally said. As expected, the lightness in his voice was gone again.
“He asked me to marry him,” I murmured.
Con’s fingers wrapped around mine where they were resting on my knee. “A smart man too,” my brother said. “Congratulations, Lex.”
“I need my brothers there, Con.”
“We’ll be there,” he responded, though by his tone I could tell he knew exactly what I was asking of him. His answer was proof that this thing between King and Con wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.
“Con,” I began, but he gave my fingers a hard squeeze.
“I’ll get there, Lex,” he said.
I knew it was all I was going to get out of him. It was no surprise when he changed the subject back to Gideon and began plying me with questions about my husband-to-be as well as the daughter I was gaining. By the time the hotel room door opened and the sound of female giggles filtered into the room, Con and I were deep in discussion over the pros (there weren’t any) and cons (there were plenty) of a Las Vegas wedding.
“Fine, if you don’t want Elvis to marry you, I’ll do it,” Con said. “I’ll get one of those online ordainment things.”
“Um, what now?” Gideon asked from somewhere near the vicinity of the door. The giggling had dissipated, so I assumed the girls had gone to one of their rooms to do whatever it was they did in there so much.