Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Are your legs broken, Hollywood?”
My lips quirked. “I married you so I’d have my little gofer around all the time. Now, do your job.”
She laughed again and stood. I felt the press of her lips, and I grasped the back of her head, kissing her far too passionately for a public place. But I didn’t care who saw us.
I loved this woman. Every side of her. The sweet and funny. The serious and quiet. The deep thinker. The silly prankster.
My Mila. Unscripted, unexpected, and perfectly imperfect.
Perfectly scripted for me.
IT’S A WRAP - SERIES EPILOGUE
SANDY
Twilight was approaching, the shadows moving in and stealing the light. It was one of my favorite times of day here in Port Albany. The way the last of the sun’s rays danced on the water. The easing of the day before nightfall. I glanced around the room. There were people everywhere. On both floors. The food had arrived, and as usual, families drifted together, congregating naturally toward parents and siblings. It happened every get-together.
Jordan smiled, covering my hand. “Everyone,” he breathed out. “Everyone came for this. How wonderful.”
I flipped my hand, squeezing his fingers. “I know. Bentley and the boys are over the moon. I have no idea how the girls did it, but everyone is here. Although, I’m not sure an invitation was issued as much as a motherly demand. Whatever it took, the girls made it happen.”
He chuckled. “The girls aren’t girls anymore.”
I smiled. “They’ll always be girls to me.”
He lifted my hand and kissed it. “You’re the prettiest one here.”
“I’m the oldest.”
“Doesn’t matter. Still the prettiest.”
“Charmer.”
He winked and smiled toward Emmy, who brought us our dinners. At our ages, we needed all the help we could get, and once we sat down, we rarely moved. She slid the plates onto the table in front of us. Bentley followed her, and he sat beside me with his own plate.
“Go, eat with your family,” I protested.
He met my eyes, shaking his head. “You are my family.”
“Bentley.”
“Look, I had to pull rank to get to sit with you. Aiden and Mad Dog are still pouting. Let me enjoy my victory. They get coffee and dessert with you.”
I laughed, patting his hand. “Fine.”
I glanced over at Bentley’s family. His daughter, Addison, and her husband, Brayden, sat with a child on each lap, making sure they ate, while picking at their own meals. Bentley’s other daughter, Chloe, was curled up on the sofa, her husband beside her. They were sharing a plate, him feeding her as she chatted to her mom and held the small rescue dog that went everywhere with her.
“Look at them. Isn’t that lovely,” I murmured.
Bentley chuckled. “Newlyweds still.”
“Since you thought she’d never get married, I love seeing her so happy.”
He nodded around a mouthful. “Samuel is a great guy. He gets her. Of course, the fact that they’re both vets is a big help. They work well together.” His voice softened. “And he treats her the way she deserves to be treated.”
“The farm going well?” Jordan asked, referring to the animal rescue shelter Chloe opened.
Bentley smiled. “Very well. Their program is thriving. Samuel moved his practice onto the farm, and they are flourishing. They took on six new kids this past spring.”
Chloe and her husband brought in foster kids who were aging out of the system. Gave them jobs, a place to live and belong. Some stayed, some left, and there were always new faces, but it gave the kids a solid starting point. All the BAM men had thrown in their support when she decided to open it, Reid especially. Anything to do with kids needing help got him involved. He and Becca often went to BC with Emmy and Bentley to visit the farm and help out.
“You must be so proud,” I observed.
“I’m proud of all of them,” he replied, his voice warm with affection. “They have the best of Emmy and me in them.”
I squeezed his hand. “Thomas looks good. It’s lovely to see him here.”
“He does. Emmy is thrilled to have him home. And, of course, Natalie. They’re rarely around.” He leaned my way. “But we should see them more. Natalie is pregnant. So instead of skipping around the world saving whales, they’re going to have a permanent base in BC. I bought them a house.”
I patted his arm. “That is wonderful news. The man who insisted he would never find a woman who understood him and settle down has changed.”
Bentley laughed. “My stubborn son, yes. I’ll never forget the day he called to tell me about the volunteer who informed him he was a stuffed shirt who liked to hear himself talk too much. I knew right then that girl was going to be important. He complained about her for weeks, and then suddenly, she was perfect.” He looked at his son fondly. “I think he still thinks she is.”