I Could Never Read Online Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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Everything was perfect, so why did I need a legal document to legitimize my relationship with Josh? I knew he was it for me regardless, and he knew I wasn’t going anywhere, so there was no reason to put pressure on either of us.

Sigh. All that said—a part of me still wanted to be his wife.

The rest of that afternoon, I was on edge. It got worse the longer Josh stayed out. Whatever the surprise was, I wondered if it had gone wrong. He’d told me he would be back fairly soon over an hour ago.

When his car finally pulled up, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I was so freaking nervous—for him and for me because I knew I’d likely blown my hopes out of proportion.

I situated myself casually on the couch next to Scottie, as if I hadn’t been waiting with bated breath for Josh to walk in. Yet when the door opened, I stood up. So much for remaining nonchalant.

The sound of a dog collar jingled behind him.

And then I saw him—a familiar goldendoodle.

Bubba-Hank?

Tears filled my eyes as I ran to my big, fluffy dog. “What in the world?” I cried as the dog started jumping on me and licking my face. “What is he doing here, Josh?”

“Surprise!” Josh beamed.

“You didn’t steal him, did you?”

“Of course not. I’m not a thief like you.” He winked.

“Then what is he doing here?”

“He’s back, baby.”

“What do you mean?”

“The poor woman who owned him passed away.”

“Oh no.” I looked up at him. “But how the heck did you know that? You stalked her or something?”

He laughed. “No. But I always remembered her name and where they lived. So, I did some digging and contacted her daughter a while ago to check on him. At that time, she told me her mother was ailing but still wanted the dog. I told her Bubba-Hank meant a lot to you, and if anything with the situation were to change, we would love to take him in. I didn’t actually think anything was going to happen, but then I got a call from her a couple of weeks ago. She told me her mother had died, and the dog was too much responsibility for her. She wanted to know if we still wanted him.”

Hope filled me. “He’s not going back?”

“Nope. He’s here to stay.”

Digging my nose in his orangey-brown fur, I cried, “This is the best surprise you could’ve given me, Josh. I thought I was happy before, but having Bubba-Hank back? I feel complete now.” I stood up and wrapped my arms around Josh as the dog circled us. “What took you so long to get back?”

“Well, the woman’s daughter lives in Massachusetts. I had to go pick him up. There was an accident on 93 on the way back, so it took forever.” Josh leaned in to kiss me. “I’m so glad it worked out.”

Bubba-Hank settled into the spot on the couch next to Scottie as if he’d never left this house. I sat on the other side of him and rubbed between his ears for several minutes. Bubba-Hank’s eyes slowly closed. Scottie didn’t seem fazed one way or the other by the dog’s presence. Josh sat across from us, seeming to derive immense pleasure from watching me get reacquainted with my precious pet.

The pile of mail I’d fetched earlier was sitting on the end table next to him.

“You got a notepad from the monks. You must’ve donated.”

“Oh.” He turned and picked up the envelope containing the notepad. He took it out and flipped through it. “Yeah. I figured I’d keep the tradition going.”

“Anything in particular you’re asking them to pray for?”

“I have a few things.” He smiled but didn’t elaborate. Then he stood and went to the kitchen. When he returned, he handed me a note as he passed by the couch.

A Thank You from The Trappist Monks of St. Francis:

You’re killing me.

“What’s this about?” I blinked. “Why am I killing you?”

He sat back down across from me, rubbing his hands together. His face was actually turning red.

What the hell is going on?

He pointed over to the dog. “I think Bubba-Hank wants a neck rub. You know, right under his collar. Why don’t you give it to him?”

Squinting skeptically, I began to massage our goldendoodle’s neck. The dog closed his eyes, seeming to be in heaven.

Then I got a closer look at the shiny ID tag hanging from his collar. I hadn’t noticed what was actually written on it. Engraved on the tag was a message: Will you marry us?

My mouth fell open as I looked over at Josh. The next thing I knew, he was on his knees in front of me.

My hands shook. “I must be blind.”

“I couldn’t wait another second, Pumpkin. I walked in the house so damn nervous, and nearly an hour went by, and you still hadn’t noticed it.” He opened a small, red ring box, his hands shaking. “Carly, I know we talked about marriage and said it wasn’t something we had to have, but I want you to be my wife. I want you to take my last name. Maybe I’m just selfish that way.” He removed the ring from the box and held it out, taking a long, deep breath. “I lost my best friend when Brad died. He knew I needed a new best friend. I now believe that’s why he sent me you. I’m so damn grateful every day for where life has taken me, but especially for what it’s brought me.” Josh slipped the ring onto my finger. “I hope you say yes.”


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