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More Than Him

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by Jay McLean


  "And that's what I want. I want that person to be you, Amanda. And if for some reason, shit happens—again—and things don't work out for us, I need you to know that. I need you to be able to look at this, for the rest of your life, and know that you’re it for me. Because I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’ll always love you. And I hope that that’s what you feel when you think about this moment. Loved."

  The tear fell before I realized that I was crying. Lifting my head, I tried to level my breathing. I opened my mouth, but the words didn't exist. He reached around me and gently pulled the chain over my head. After unclasping it, he slid the ring on, and secured it around my neck again. I lifted it to see both the ring and vial. I curled my fingers around them, grasping tightly. "This chain holds all my dreams," I told him.

  "Yeah?" He smiled softly. "You hold all of mine."

  We settled onto the rug, me lying down with my head on his shoulder and his arm around me. We gazed up at the lights above us, listening to them chime as the wind blew and they clanked against the vials. Only then did I take in the masterpiece he'd created. The lanterns all set up in the middle, the twinkling lights forming a circle around them. "Logan, do you know what it looks like?"

  "What do you mean?" he asked. But it wasn't really a question. He already knew my answer.

  "It looks like the universe."

  Cameron

  I haven't felt like this since the first time I approached her in her laundry room at her mom's wake. The sweaty palms, the blood pumping in my ears. At least they were all a distance away and couldn't see me in this pathetic state. I'm sure her brothers would've given me shit about it.

  I was so fucking nervous my eye began to twitch. Twitchy, that's probably what the boys would nickname me for a year.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get it to stop. Surely I must look crazy right now—suited up, standing under a random tree, yards away from a huge family paying respect to their lost mother and wife.

  I blew out a breath. I needed to calm down. Pressing my palm against my chest, I closed my eyes and started counting in my head. It didn't seem to get better.

  Then I felt a tiny hand brush against my leg and fingers wrap around mine.

  I opened one eye and looked down at Lachlan. He beamed up at me, with crooked teeth on display. He'd just started getting his adult teeth through. "Daddy says it's time," he whispered. Kid was cute. He wouldn't be much longer. His older brothers had already started talking him into doing and saying some stupid shit, but I'd virtually watched him grow from a tiny baby into this boy, and soon enough, he'd be a teenager. I bet he'll be like Little Logan. That kid's a punk. His name suits him.

  We walked hand in hand over to his mother's headstone. I wanted to give them all time to pay their respects as a family. She waited at the front of them, with that same sad smile I'd gotten used to over the last six years. Six years. Holy shit.

  "It'll be okay," Lachlan whispered. Then he took off, running towards his dad.

  And it started again. The nerves. The sweaty palms. The racing heart. The fucking eye twitch.

  I stood in front of her, my ribs aching from the pounding of my heart against it. It felt like it could break bone and skin and rip through me at any second. I placed my hand in my pocket and felt around for what I needed.

  "Are you okay, Cam?" Her voice dripped with concern. "You look kind of pale."

  I gazed up at her dad. He just nodded, and tried to smile. He failed, but I got it. I couldn't even imagine what this must've felt like for him. Maybe he felt like he was about to lose the only woman left in his life, but he knew me better than that. He knew I'd never take her away.

  I eyed all her brothers, one by one, almost as if asking for permission.

  No one gave me an out.

  I finished on Lachlan, and his smile was unchanged. He nodded his head with as much enthusiasm as his seven-year-old body could muster.

  Then I gave all my attention to the girl in front of me.

  Lucy.

  She must've been following my gaze. Her head slowly turned from her brothers behind her to me. Eyes narrowed, she asked, "What's going on?" Her gaze searched me from head to toe, and then back up again. But she didn't get all the way up—her eyes fixated on what I was holding. They widened. As if in slow motion, her hand came up to cover her mouth.

  I sucked in a breath.

  Let it out in whoosh.

  And that's when it happened.

  I dropped down on one knee.

  "Lucy . . ."

  Thank you to those that have supported me from day one. There are way too many names to mention but you know who you are and you know how much I love and appreciate you.

  To me beta readers, (but above all, friends) Chelcie, Tricia, Alexis, Feifei, Kellie (I E), Leslee (E E) and anyone else I forgot to mention. Thank you.

  I also need to thank the author friends that I've met along the way—those that have held my hand and kept me from deleting every single word on every single page. I need to say a special thank you to Tijan, for reasons I don't need to say. She's just important—that's all.

  Thank you to my proofreaders and admins on my fan page for always building me up and giving me a big head and making me cry. All the time with the goddamn tears. Ugh.

  Zo'om (Zoe Overment)

  SamShem (Sam Shemeld POW)

  You not only help me along, but you kind of organize my life. Your friendship, support and encouragement mean the world. It's the reason I write. The reason I breathe.

  Debbie Flowers (You get your own paragraph because your that fucking cool). This book, I believe is my best work yet and I owe a lot of that to not only you, and your support, but your ability to tell me when to shut up and when to suck it up. So many parts of this book are inspired by our late night conversations. Eleventy-three blowfish jobs for JAMAL.

  Showers = the best damn piece of writing I've ever accomplished.

  It's been such a pleasure getting to know you as a person and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.

  P.S – Waz says the future better hold more Tastykakes.

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Note To Readers

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgements

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Note To Readers

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chap
ter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgements

 

 

 


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