“I’ll get your shoes and lock up,” he said.
“What about clothes?” she asked.
“Trust me. You won’t need any.” His sexy expression made her giddy. She was getting married—to the man of her dreams.
As Zoë climbed inside the car, the scent of leather rose from the seats. Happiness was in her family’s expressions as they each greeted her with a hug. Josh had already popped the top on a bottle of champagne. Her father handed her a flute of the golden bubbly. Her mother laid the roses on the seat beside Zoë.
It was unbelievable. When Drew slid in beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, Zoë knew it was real.
“Here, bro.” Josh handed Drew a glass of champagne, raising his high. As everyone’s glasses touched, made a tinkling sound, Josh said, “Here’s to two individuals that time could not separate. Find happiness in each other’s arms.”
There was a moment of agreement, and then silence as Zoë took a sip.
“Now, young man, when will you be settling down?” Their mother pinned her steely gaze on Josh.
Like always, Josh did his best to change the subject. “So when will there be a little Thompson running around?” The man was incorrigible. Grandchildren was a surefire way to kindle their mother’s passion. But she wasn’t falling for it.
“Perhaps you can answer that same question, Joshua Davis.” Her mother’s words faded.
Some day the right woman would cross Josh’s path. Zoë hoped she was there to see it happen.
As she sat listening to the people she loved, Zoë realized how much she needed them—needed Drew. If she had learned anything these past three years, she had learned that life was incomplete without someone to share it with.
“Happy?” Drew took her glass, setting it down before he wrapped her in a tender embrace. She tipped her chin up to receive his chaste kiss.
No words could express the depth of Zoë’s emotions. She nodded as a million sensations struck her all at once, moving beneath her skin. For the first time in three years she finally felt alive—knew she was where she was always meant to be—in Drew’s arms. Tomorrow she would be Mrs. Drew Thompson.
“I love you.” His eyes glistened with the truth.
“I love you too.” She sighed, cuddling closer. The moment was perfect—one worth dying for—but more importantly, worth living for.
About the Author
A taste of the erotic, a measure of daring and a hint of laughter describes Mackenzie McKade’s novels. She sizzles the pages with scorching sex, fantasy and deep emotion that will touch you and keep you immersed until the end. Whether her stories are contemporaries, futuristics or fantasies, this Arizona native thrives on giving you the ultimate erotic adventure.
When not traveling through her vivid imagination, she’s spending time with three beautiful daughters, a devilishly handsome grandson, and the man of her dreams. She loves to write, enjoys reading, and can’t wait ‘til summer. Boating and jet skiing are top on her list of activities. Add to that laughter and if mischief is in order—Mackenzie’s your gal!
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
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