by Meghan Quinn
I’ve told Georgiana this before, but with heartfelt encouragement comes monumental accomplishments.
Be a part of her accomplishments, not someone ready to point out her failures.
Because there is no denying it, your daughter is ineffable.
Sincerely,
Racer McKay
I wipe away my tears as I look up at my father. He holds out his handkerchief and dots at my eyes. “I want to be part of the accomplishments.” My phone dings in my hand and my father nods at it. “Read that.”
My heart hammering in my chest, I feel uneasy as I look down at my phone.
Racer: Ineffable – too great to be expressed in words.
Tearful joy blankets me as I read his text over and over again. When I look at my dad, he opens his arms and pulls me into a hug. His unfamiliar embrace holds me close to him. It’s strange, different, but comforting. I squeeze him back before he holds me at a distance. He hasn’t said many words to me today, but somehow because of that, I know he is sincerely sorry.
“Go on,” he nods toward the street, “there’s someone waiting for you.”
I look past my dad’s shoulder and see the tail end of a rusty, beat-up truck on the street.
He’s here.
I smile brightly at my dad and head out the door but not before he calls out my name, a timid smile on his face. “I’m proud of you, Gigi, so very proud of you.”
My breath catches as I bring my hand to my chest. Through tears, I mouth, “Thank you.”
With a renewed sense of joy, I make my way to Racer, who’s leaning against his truck with his arms crossed, and one leg propped up. I can’t even contain myself. I refuse to. I throw myself at him, and he catches me in the air just in time for me to wrap my legs around him. I grip onto his neck and press my forehead against his.
“You’re here.”
“I’m here,” he whispers and presses a light kiss on my lips.
Before I can deepen it, he looks past me at the shop, admiration in his eyes. “Fuck, I’m proud of you, George.”
My nickname sounds like absolute heaven coming from him and fills me with so much joy.
“You made this happen.”
“No, you—”
I stop him with my finger to his lips. “We both made this happen.”
He smiles against my finger. “I can take that; we both made this happen.” He kisses my finger and spins me around so my back is pressed against his truck. “I missed you.”
“I missed you. Why didn’t you call?”
“I had some things to figure out.”
I’m almost afraid to ask, but I need to know. “Are you moving to Pittsburgh?”
He presses his lips together. “I did get a new job.” My heart falls, and I try to release my legs from around him but he won’t let me as he pushes me harder against the truck.
“Racer . . .” Once again, more tears escape, but this time, it doesn’t look like sorrow in Racer’s eyes.
“Funny thing, Georgie. I happen to know a very interested investor keen to fund the beginnings of a new construction company.”
“What?” I perk up.
“Tucker, Smalls, and I have wanted to start our own company for quite some time, and like you, we just needed a little push. Tucker and Smalls quit shortly after I was fired, taking at least a dozen men with them . . . and contracts as well. All we needed was an investor to keep us steady.”
“Abe.” Of course he would help, he always finds a way to do good.
“Not Abe.” A giant smile crosses over Racer’s face. “Your dad called me last night and said he was looking to start a construction company, but didn’t have anyone he could trust to run it.”
“You’re kidding.” Did an alien just come and replace the man formally known as Donald Westbrook – asshole father of the century?
“Nope.” He nuzzles me. “I’m staying, Princess.”
“Oh my God,” I cry out and hug him, but then my happiness falls short. “But what about your house?”
“That’s the best part.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Our little company needs headquarters. Your dad is paying me rent to house the business until we can figure out a more central location. But it will work for now.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it, Georgie, your dad and I are best friends now.”
A laugh pops out of me. That thought alone should make the world slip on its axis. And here I thought Racer and I were complete opposites. Racer and my dad, now that is the weirdest combination I could ever conjure up.
“Are you going to wear matching shirts that have arrows that point to each other and say, ‘I’m with him’?”
“Um, we were leaning toward friendship bracelets, but the shirts are a good idea.”
I press my forehead against his. “God, I love you so much, Racer.”
He sighs into me. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to hear you say that. I love you, Georgiana, more than fucking anything.”
I press a kiss against his lips and ask, “Do you love me more than Little Debbie?”
He pauses in his pursuit to my lips and sits back on his heels, staring me down. “Let’s not get hasty, Georgie. You know Little Debbie will always be number one in my heart. That broad will live on in my heart forever.”
I laugh and shake my head. “I guess I can settle for second best.”
“Maybe you two can be sister wives.”
Now I roll my eyes. “She’s a fictional baker in blue gingham, never going to happen.”
“Judger. That gingham is becoming on her.”
“Just love me.” I peck his lips.
“Always, Georgie . . . always.”
Epilogue
RACER
One year later . . .
“You’re a little too smooth, have you been practicing?”
“I was born with this talent.” I spin Georgie around the dance floor and hold her close to my chest.
“I’m not buying it. You haven’t stepped on my feet once.”
“Princess, do you not remember the amazing strip dance I gave you when I first stopped by Limerence? I have moves.”
“Your frame is too good, and I keep hearing you count your steps under your breath.”
Busted.
“Fine, Tucker and I took dance class together. He wanted to be able to dance properly with Emma on his wedding day.”
“Lie,” Tucker says as he leans into our private conversation. “Racer begged me to go to class with him so he didn’t look like a fool today.”
“Dude. Come on. You’re blowing up my spot. You’re already married, you’re a done deal. I’m still trying to win this little peach.”
Tucker spins Emma in her beautiful lace gown she bought from Limerence. It was Georgie’s first sale. Even though it was her friend who bought it, she still celebrated that night. It was fucking adorable.
Emma hired Georgie for the works from flowers to venue, to photographer to the men’s attire, which dare I say, I look quite dapper in. I really can rock suspenders. I’m just putting that out there. They were made for me. Not for Smalls. Imagine a six-foot-four, two-hundred-pound giant picking his pants out of his ass all night. It’s so not pretty. Something you can’t unsee.
I couldn’t be prouder of my girl though. She’s done a beautiful job with the entire wedding, truly listening to Emma, and helping her execute everything. Of course, since Emma was Georgie’s first client and is her friend, she gave Emma a steep discount in exchange for use of wedding pictures. It was a done deal.
Limerence is rocking Upstate New York, especially after her spotlight in NY Bride. She’s been busy every day and loving every second of it. It’s a beautiful thing to watch someone enjoy what they do, to see their dreams come true right in front of their eyes. Not from luck, or rich-people associations, but from hard work and dedication.
“You know you don’t have to try to impress me anymore, you already won my heart.”
I kiss the top of her
head right before I dip her. I pause while she giggles and hangs on tightly. “My goal is to try to impress you every day, and that will never change. Now tell me, are you impressed?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, which causes her to giggle some more.
“How can I not be impressed?”
“Good answer.”
I lift her back up and spin her around the dance floor some more, loving the way her navy dress flares out with each spin.
When I bring her back to my chest, she says, “Maybe we’ll have a day like this of our own someday.”
A small smile peeks past her lips. Little does she know, I already talked to her dad about taking her hand in marriage. I thought it would be the proper thing to do especially since we’ve developed a high level of respect for one another. I was fucking terrified to ask him if I could marry his daughter, but he didn’t even give it a second thought. He said he would be honored to call me his son-in-law. So now I just have to find the right time and the right beautiful word to propose with. It’s been in the works, but it will take some time, because I want it to be perfect. Proposing isn’t something you half-ass, especially with a girl like Georgiana. She deserves something epic, and I will deliver it.
“Ah, I don’t believe in marriage.”
She slaps my chest as I throw my head back and laugh. Such a lie, and we both know it.
“One day you’ll make an honest woman out of me.”
“One day.” I kiss her lips and then say, “But sorry, Princess, that white wedding dress won’t be worn, not after the serious boning you gave me last night.”
“Oh my God!” She pinches my side.
“Just being honest.” I laugh.
“Don’t talk about our sex life at a wedding.”
“He has no class,” Smalls says as he puts his arms around us when the song ends. He guides us to our table where we sit down and take a breather.
“Where’s your date?” Georgie asks, looking around.
Smalls points to a small table across the dance floor. “Ditched me for another guy.”
“Ouch.” Georgie cringes. “That can’t feel good.”
He shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip of his drink. “The girl knows what she wants. I can’t blame her. He leered her over with crayons and a coloring book.”
We all stare over at the kids table where Smalls’ date sits with a little boy her age, sharing crayons and coloring together.
“They’re so cute though.”
Smalls nods. “Reminds me of me when I was young. That boy better treat her well. She’s a good girl, and you can’t let the good ones get away.”
Slowly Georgie turns toward Smalls and places her hand on his arm. “Are you opening up right now?”
Jesus, here she goes again. Georgie is obsessed with finding a woman for Smalls. Too bad every girl that walks into her shop is already taken. She tried Madison, which wasn’t a good match, talk about an awkward night. I won’t even get into it. Georgie also tried setting Smalls up with Adalyn, which was a disaster since they consider themselves to be brother and sister. That’s the kind of relationship they share. Plus, if I didn’t know any better, Adalyn has her sights set on someone else, it’s obvious by the way she’s holding his hand right this minute.
Instead of playing into Georgie’s info trap, he pats her hand. “No need to focus on me, pretty lady. I’m good.”
When he’s out of earshot, Georgie turns to me. “You need to find out what his type is so I can set him up with someone.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“And what do I get in return?” I pull on her hand until she’s sitting on my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me softly.
“I’ll do all the naughty things to you.”
“I do like naughty things. Does that include a little taint tickle?”
She rolls her eyes. “It does not include a taint tickle.”
“What the hell? What does a guy have to do to get a little taint tickle?”
An evil smirk crosses over her lips. “Propose.”
Fucking smart-ass.
Fine. I drop to my knee and place her on the chair, I hold her hand and I’m about to ask her when she playfully pushes me away. “Get up, you fool.”
Loving this woman so fucking hard, I pull her out on the dance floor and show her my best moves. After all, they’re one of the many reasons this beautiful woman is in my life. Who knew the girl who drank and ate chicken “nuggies” poolside would become the love of my life? Who knew the women I sparred with on a daily basis, the woman who drove me crazy day in and day out, would steal my heart? No. She didn’t steal it. I entrusted her with it. Loving hard.
I guess the old adage is true: there is a thin line between love and hate.
And fuck, do I love this woman. I think it’s correct to say she’s a faodail: one lucky find.
My faodail.
The End
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