Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
With that, he walked out of the room, and I was left standing in the middle of the bathroom, my heart overflowing with joy.
“As long as you love me, I’ll do the same for you.”
What he said in a shout from the other room, however, had me nearly squealing with happiness.
“And you’ll be marrying me in two months, too! No lip!”
Epilogue
Of course, I have flaws, but my boobs normally distract people from them.
-Kennedy to Evander
Kennedy
“I can’t believe he bought you a two-thousand-dollar bean bag as a wedding gift.”
I looked over to the man who said that. Travis, Evander’s boss.
I smiled at him in return, managing to make it only a little bit strained.
“It’s the best thing you’ll ever sit in,” I told him. “Try it.”
He looked at the huge, hulking blob in the middle of the floor, and immediately shook his head.
“I can’t,” he sighed. “I have to meet Hannah.”
Hannah, the woman who had given birth to his child. The woman whom Travis loved but wouldn’t be with due to some misguided loyalty to another woman.
I seriously felt awful for Hannah. Truly awful.
I knew how it felt to be second best, and my heart ached for her. The heartache on Hannah’s face every time I saw her was enough to make my heart ache.
I hated it.
And I think I even hated Travis a little bit for it, too.
He’d been good to Evander. He’d saved my life. Hell, he was even going to be the godfather of our child, but I hated what he was doing to Hannah.
I hated it with a passion.
“Baby?”
I blinked, surprised to find Evander standing in front of me.
“Hey!” I said, smiling at my husband. “What’s up?”
My husband.
We’d only been married four hours earlier, and we were now attending our wedding reception in the middle of the club owned by the Hails. I still hadn’t met Dante yet, though.
I’d heard a lot about him, but he’d remained elusive to me.
“Yeah?” I grinned at him.
My eyes raked up and down his body.
God, he looked so good in a tux.
He’d surprised me by wearing one. I hadn’t expected it of him.
In fact, as I’d been walking down the aisle, I’d been looking for the man wearing jeans and a lavender button-down shirt that I’d bought for him only yesterday.
What I hadn’t been looking for was a man who was tall, dark and debonair in a three-piece suit.
Now, though, the jacket had been shed, which didn’t surprise me.
He’d been sweating when I had made my way up aisle to him.
The club was hotter than hell, and I’d said as much in front of the preacher who married us.
He’d given me a raised eyebrow, and I’d slapped my hand over my mouth.
“Baby?”
I blinked, taken out of my contemplation of my man’s assets.
“Yeah?” I repeated, this time actually paying attention.
“Your nephew is on the phone.”
I blinked, surprised to find that he was.
I hadn’t spoken to my nephews or my niece since my sister had died.
Not that I hadn’t tried.
I’d tried a ton.
I’d called. Called my dad. Called my brother.
None of them had given me Darren’s forwarding address, and none of them had told me where I could look for him.
In fact, Darren had even gone as far as to change his freakin’ number.
Evander had said that he could find the number for me if I wanted it…and, one day, I would.
That day would be one year exactly from the day that Darren had ripped away all I had left of my family from me. That’s when I’d ask for that number.
It hurt, but I was willing to make that sacrifice for the kids, even though he would never give me the same courtesy.
“Really?” I asked in awe.
He nodded, and then held out my phone to me.
I’d given it to him to hold since he had pockets, and I didn’t. He’d been taking pictures with it of me and him, or of other random stuff that would make me smile later on, all night.
“Thank you,” I whispered, taking the phone.
He winked at me and walked away, taking Travis with him.
I nervously placed the phone to my ear, and started to cry the moment I heard my sister’s son’s voice for the first time in what felt like forever.
Evander had done some digging into my past one fateful night my father had said a few choice words to me about how I ‘wasn’t good for nothin’.’ From there, he discovered that our parents hadn’t actually split their children evenly and that was that. Apparently, a long time ago, my father had tried to contact me for my brother. When I’d ‘written’ back, I’d explained to them that I wanted nothing to do with them.
Only, I hadn’t written that letter. I hadn’t even known a letter existed, or that my father had tried reaching out to me.