by Brook Wilder
Emmett’s ex, a woman named Linda who I finally met about a week before our move, had re-instated Emmett’s parental rights as soon as all the legal dust had settled. Emmett spent as much time as he could with his daughter, and I tagged along on a couple of his visits when I wasn't busy at the courthouse. It was so cute to see the two of them interact. I could tell by the look on his face when Lizzy glanced his way that nothing would come before her in Emmett’s mind, not even me.
When we sat down and talked to Linda, she surprised us by saying that she was planning on moving to California as well to be with her Aunt in Temecula. She’d wanted to get out of Arizona for ages, and now would be the best time to do so, before Lizzy started school. Emmett and I were overjoyed and relieved. Lizzy would only be about forty-five minutes away from us, which meant Emmett could see her as much as he wanted.
With that final issue sorted, we packed up my new truck, which I had bought when my old black one finally bit the dust and drove to the coast. We stayed in hotels for ages while we house hunted and it took almost four months for us to find and close on the perfect beachside condo. Normally it would have been out of our price range, but I’d managed to find a very well paying position at a law firm in San Diego. I’d thought briefly about leaving the law field and going back to school, but I wanted to give it one more shot in memory of Jon. I’m sure he was looking down on me somewhere, happy that I’ve at least found happiness.
My mind suddenly snapped back to the present when I realized that Emmett was no longer holding my hand. I looked up to see that he was standing at the top of the steps that lead down to the beach.
“Are you coming?” he asked with a small grin on his face.
“Of course!” I said.
I jumped up, coffee still in hand, and walked with him down to the beach. We headed straight for the water and strolled along the wet sand as the incoming tide washed over our feet. I spotted one or two other people in the distance, but the beach was still largely deserted. By noon this stretch of sand would be crowded by both tourists and locals but, for now, at least, Emmett and I had it to ourselves. I suddenly felt very happy and very fortunate that we’d been able to live out our dream like this. It had seemed impossible for so long that it almost didn’t seem real now.
I stopped short when I realized that Emmett was no longer by my side. I heard the shuffle of sand behind me, and I turned to see him kneeling, a small box held in his outstretched hand. I was confused for a second, but then squealed with joy when I realized what Emmett was doing.
“Olivia,” he said. “Will you marry me?”
“Of course!” I said as I set my coffee mug down and threw my arms around him.
He picked me up and swung me around as we kissed. His proposal wasn’t a total surprise, we’d talked about marriage both before and after we moved, but he’d chosen the perfect moment. When he lowered me back down to the ground, he pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it onto my finger.
“I hope you like it,” he said nervously. “It was my grandmother’s ring.”
I examined the ring, pouring over the silver band that had delicate filigree worked around the modest, round cut diamond. It was gorgeous, and the fact that it was an antique made it all the more precious. Honestly, though, I would have accepted a plastic ring from a toy machine as long as it was from Emmett.
“I love it,” I said as my gaze met his. “But I love you more.”
“I love you too, Liv,” he said with a smile.
We kissed again and fell into a lingering, passionate embrace as our feet sunk into the sand. I was filled with joy knowing that, no matter what happened next, I’d finally found my happily ever after.
THE END
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He’ll strip everything from me, and he’s just getting started.
It was supposed to be a simple delivery—until Joel Lasseter forced me off the road, held me up, and told me he was taking whatever he wanted.
I want to say that I resisted.
I want to say that I put up the good fight.
I want to say that I never saw him again.
But none of that would be the truth.
***
ELLE
I’ve always kept to the straight path and done the right thing. The last thing I expected was to get mixed up with the Dirty Cruisers MC.
The last thing I expected was Cooper “Honey” Delaney.
He took what he wanted. I’ll never forget the way he kissed me. Like he couldn’t get enough, like he never wanted to stop, like he never wanted to let me go.
I’d been so lost to him, so lost to my own desire that it scared me.
I should’ve known better. I thought I was in control.
But in that moment, I’d been wild and reckless and foolish.
Then it ended, and I did the only thing my instincts told me to do:
Run.
Because I knew that if I stayed there with him…
I would’ve given him everything.
HONEY
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my club, the Dirty Cruisers MC.
Nothing—until Elle Watson.
She’s right to stay away. I was bad news, and she’s the kind of girl who’s so good that you think she’d break if you looked at her wrong.
But when the traitors that tried to destroy my club put her in their cross-hairs, I had to act quick to save her.
And once I save her, I have no intentions of ever letting her go.
***
I never expected to put a baby in her belly.
I was looking for someone to ruin—someone to corrupt, and Della Hicks had everything I wanted—everything I needed.
Her good girl act can’t hide the curves underneath.
Curves screaming to be caressed, squeezed, and tamed.
I wanted to see how far I could push her.
How badly I could corrupt her.
The baby changed everything.
Now, some other bastard thinks that Della belongs to him.
And he’ll do whatever it takes to take her away from me.
What he doesn't realize is this:
Della is mine.
And I won't ever give her up.
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