Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Which is a lot.
Despite my suggestion that we let Ian and Lara tie the knot first, Matt declared me too much of a flight risk.
We were married on New Year’s Eve in a quiet ceremony at the place where it all began . . . sort of.
Las Vegas.
This time there were no strippers, no lurking journalists. Just close friends. Matt’s parents were there as well, plus Felicia. And though Matt rolled his eyes, I don’t think the atypical family showing bothered him as much as it might have a few months ago.
If we’ve taught each other anything, it’s that we’re both too stubborn and strong-willed to let other people’s bad choices dictate our lives any longer.
I’d invited my mother. She hadn’t come, and I was relieved. So, I wasn’t blessed with a great mom. Or even a good one. It doesn’t matter anymore. I have Ian. I have Lara and Kate, and even Kennedy, in his crusty old way. I have a dozen other good friends who I know I can call whenever I need anything.
Another surprise addition to our friendship circle? Jarod Lanham. He gave Matt his business after all. Turns out his whole plan to take me to the gala was a test of sorts, to assess Matt’s character. At least that’s his claim. Matt insists he’s just trying to save his pride, but I’m not so sure. Jarod’s taken to calling himself our rich, manly matchmaker, and I think he just might be right. For that matter, the whole group played the matchmaker role of sorts.
I’m grateful. I’m grateful for everyone and everything that led me to this moment. That’s led me to Matt.
He’s everything I need that I didn’t know I wanted.
Well, almost.
I pull back from the kiss and smile up at him. “Two babies. Final offer. And I want to be married for at least a year.”
He grins. “I’ll take that offer on one condition.”
I sip my drink. “What’s that?”
He waggles his eyebrows and takes my drink from my hand, setting it aside. “We get lots of practice before the year is up.”
“Deal,” I say with a laugh, letting him scoop me up and carry me to the bedroom.
I’ll be honest, I sort of want three or four babies myself. But no need to concede the game just yet.
Matt and I may be wildly in love, but we’re also still us.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.