"Job?" Anger flared and irritation sent shivers down her arms. "You fucking came here to ask me to do another job for you?" She yanked her arm out of his grasp. "I don't believe you!"
He grabbed her arms and forced her back against the bumper of her truck. One of his powerful thighs slipped between hers and she fought the rush of desire only his touch could bring. "Will you listen for a minute instead of going all hot-headed on me?"
"Fine. What kind of job did you come all the way from Austin to offer me?"
"The job as my wife."
"Your wi—" It can’t be. His wife? Her stomach flipped over.
"I love you, Jacie. Watching you get in your truck and drive away from me in Littleton drove the fact home. I don't want to live without you. I've never been happier than I was in Vegas. You made my life complete. I know it means giving me your independence and having to rely on a man for a change, but I want to be that man."
A lone tear escaped her eye and streaked down her cheek. "You love me?"
"Yes. I should have told you sooner. I know, but I—"
She threw her arms around his shoulders and plastered her lips against his. His hands buried themselves in her hair and fit her mouth harder against his, deepening the kiss to almost impossible proportions, but she didn't care. He was here and he loved her.
His hot panting breath caressed her cheek when he broke the kiss. "Jacie, please say yes."
She peppered his face with kisses, punctuating each one with a, "Yes, yes, yes. I love you, Tucker."
Epilogue
Five hundred people filled rows and rows of chairs outside her parent’s home. The wedding of Jacie Margaret Hawkins and Tucker Alan Marshall made all the local newspapers and friends and family came from miles around to witness.
She never thought she would ever get to this day. The day she finally gave her heart and soul to a man, but here she was standing at the altar with the man of her dreams. His blue eyes sparkled with love and the smile curving his lips spoke of untold pleasures to come.
During their first dance as husband and wife, he nuzzled her ear and said, "I love you, Mrs. Marshall."
"I love you too Mr. Marshall. You know after those few times in Vegas, I never thought anyone would ever call me Mrs. Marshall for real."
"I told you I might get used to calling you that and now you'll be Jacie Margaret Marshall until we both grow too old to do much more than make it to the rocking chairs on the front porch."
"I like the sound of that," she whispered.
"Me too darlin'."
"When does the truck stop open in Littleton?" she asked as they twirled around the dance floor during their reception.
"Next month," he replied, pressing a delicious kiss to her favorite spot for his mouth—just below her earlobe. "Did I tell you Kyle has already closed up his shop?"
"No, you didn't."
"Well, he has and no one around there seems to know where he slithered off to."
"I didn't want to completely ruin him, you know," she whispered, shivers gliding over her skin with every brush of his lips.
"Why not? He tried to ruin me," Tucker answered, lifting his head.
"I know, but your love has softened my temper. I don't feel near as vindictive anymore."
"How about adventurous?"
"What do you have in mind, husband?"
"You'll see."
*THE END*
About the Author
Sandy Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with her husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses, play with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her home south of Nashville. Country music is a passion of hers and she loves to listen to it while she writes.
She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.
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