Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
“We sure did,” I assure him as I pull the cover back over his cage.
Then Wendy Ann and I head out to the balcony to make love with the lights of the city dancing all around us, but my wife still shines brighter.
Brighter than every single one.
By the time we make it back to Bad Dog on Monday, the cat is out of the bag. Wendy Ann told her sister Mel, who told everyone in town, and we deboard the plane to find a makeshift party in the baggage claim area, complete with a wedding cake in the shape of an airplane.
Shockingly, our mothers seem thrilled about our wildly impulsive marriage, and are already planning a post-nuptial wedding shower for December, when we’ve promised to be home for Christmas. Wendy Ann’s sister, Mel, is a little sad that we’re moving to Boston, but Wendy Ann vows to keep in touch via Zoom, so she doesn’t miss a moment of her nephews growing up, and we make plans to have dinner the next time Aaron, Mel’s husband, plays a hockey game in our area.
We eat wedding cake right there by the baggage claim, then Christian McGuire puts on some music, and we dance around the carousel until security finally tells us that we have to move along. We adjourn to one of the McGuire family’s favorite pubs, the one where Drew apparently met his wife, Tatum, and celebrate until Wendy Ann and I are both too tired to do anything but stumble in my front door and straight into bed.
Thankfully, Starling offered to watch Sharkbait for us for the night, though we won’t be turning him over to the shelter, after all. After just two days together in Vegas, we’ve grown attached to our song-quoting buddy. He’ll be coming with us to Boston, along with Wendy Ann’s shockingly large collection of test tubes and several fancy appliances my mother purchased for our new home.
By the time we finish packing our storage cube and it’s winging its way to Boston, we’re even more certain that we’ve made the right choice. Marriage is sweet and getting sweeter with every passing day. By the time we come home for Christmas, we’re more in love than I believed was possible before I ran into Wendy Ann on the steamy dock last July.
And by the time my brilliant wife tells me we’re pregnant the following summer, I’m so gone on her, I almost start crying with happiness. But in the end, I don’t. I hold it together and hold her so tight, whispering into her hair, “I love you, baby. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“And you’ll never have to find out,” she promises.
We welcome our daughter, Scarlet, in February, and she is perfect, with her mother’s nose and my blond hair and a universe of curiosity in her big blue eyes. And as time rolls on, I almost forget that all of this perfection is the result of one wild, impulsive night.
It isn’t until we’re back in our Vegas wedding clothes ten years later, standing in front of our friends and family this time, that I remember, and thank all the stars in the sky that my very sane, rational wife once took a crazy chance on me.
On us.
The End
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ABOUT THE BOOK
Some men are troublemakers or dealmakers. The men in my family? We’re baby makers.
For six generations, the women of wine country have had a saying: don’t bang a Hunter man unless you want a bun in your oven.
Yeah, well. I’ve got a saying, too: no thanks. The last thing I need is baby makes three. My business is expanding, and the only thing I’m interested in getting knocked up is my bottom line.
But then one night Emma Haverford makes me an offer I can’t refuse—she backs away from the land I have my eye on in exchange for a favor…
A big, fat, baby-making favor…
When I hear women have gotten pregnant shaking hands with Hunter men, I know I need Dylan Hunter’s…ahem, special skills…way more than I need to expand my vineyard.
I’m ready to give my heart to a child, and I’m tired of waiting for my late-to-the-party Prince Charming to make my dreams come true. So I promise Dylan: three months of hot, heavy, baby-making s-e-x, and then I’m out of his hair forever.
But what if when it comes time to say goodbye, all I want to do is keep bottling up more memories with this big-hearted man?
This sexy stand-alone romance will make you laugh, swoon, and blush baby-makin’ red. Heat level: a risk of getting knocked up during download. Paperback and audio versions are especially dangerous. Handle with care…