by Chloe Lang
Chuck was excited to be a part of AC3W. He and Lance had been on the bench and out of the game for far too long. This was going to be even more fun than when they’d built their first company together.
Michael and Harry came over, carrying drinks and food.
“Here you go.” Michael handed Mac a glass of wine and got beers for Lance and himself. “I am glad to see the power team is already getting together. How are our co-CEOs and madam president doing this fine night?”
“You’re too much, Michael,” Lance said. “Don’t you ever stop working?”
“He never does.” Harry smiled. “I’ve been trying to nail him down about some of the wedding plans, but he’s so excited about the new company I can’t get him to focus.”
Michael put his arm around his fiancé, who had fully recovered from the shooting. “Archer-Covington-Chamberlain-Canyon-Wilde Media Group. I’m Chamberlain. You’re Canyon. Both our names are on the line, honey.”
“We’re all in, Michael. You’ve won.” Chuck knew he’d won, too. He had found the love of his life and also a new home, a new town to put down roots and raise a family. “You have me and Lance and Austin all tied up in your scheme to put Wilde on the map.”
“Not on the map per se, but at least where likeminded people will be able to find our town. Look at you and Lance.” Michael grinned and pointed at Danielle, who was on the sofa talking to Shelby, Jessie, and Charly. “You found true love here. Others will, too, with our help.”
“Then why not start a matchmaking company instead of a media group?” Mac teased. “It would be easier, and we already have our Cupid right here.”
They all laughed.
“Mac, the article you wrote in yesterday’s paper was excellent,” Harry said. “You are definitely the right person for the job.”
Chuck completely agreed. “Have you learned any more about Ricardo Delgado’s whereabouts?”
Mac shook her head. “He’s off the radar completely, but I’m talking with a contact I have in Destiny, Colorado. His sources are searching every database, both private and government, for any sign of the creep.”
Lance took a drink of his beer. “That’s some source.”
“Sounds like a CIA guy to me,” Michael said. “Or at least someone who has been in the Agency.”
“Dylan Strange was in and out and now is back in again, or so I’m told.” Mac smiled. “I did find out that he’s married now, and you know what that means.”
“What?” Harry asked.
“He’s even better than before.” Mac pointed to her husbands. “Just like my guys.”
Lance nodded. “A woman does that for a man.”
“That’s for sure.” Chuck turned his gaze back to Danielle, the love of his life.
“Or a man for a man,” Michael added. “Right?”
“Absolutely. Your wedding will be the event of the summer. Everyone in town will be there.”
Harry grinned. “We actually have to have two weddings. The legal one is in Tahoma, California, which is right on Lake Tahoe near Michael’s vacation home.”
“It’s not Michael’s place, Harry. It’s our place. Everything that is mine is yours. You know that. Too bad Nevada hasn’t caught up with the times yet. The real wedding will be here, in Wilde, with our friends and family.”
Chuck looked at Lance. “I think that’s our cue, buddy.”
“Yes, it is.”
Chuck cleared his throat. “May I have everyone’s attention, please?” As everyone turned to him, the only person in the room that held his was Danielle. God, she was so beautiful. “Come over here, sweetheart.”
She smiled, though her eyes questioned what was going on.
He and Lance led her to the stairs, asking her to step up on the first rung. They wanted everyone to see their gorgeous woman.
“What’s this about?” she asked.
“On three,” Lance said to him, and they both counted in unison. “One. Two. Three.”
They both got down on one knee and grabbed one of Danielle’s hands.
Her cheeks turned a bright pink and tears welled in her eyes. “Oh my God. This isn’t what I think it is, is it?”
“If you think this is something other than a marriage proposal, then you’re mistaken, because it is,” Lance teased, and then turned serious. “I love you, Danielle. My whole life I’ve been looking for you even when I didn’t know it. You are everything to me. You challenge me. You make me want to be a better man. If you’ll have me, I promise to spend the rest of my life doing my best to deserve you. Will you marry me?”
“Yes. I will.”
Chuck squeezed her hand. “I love you, sweetheart. Everything in my life changed when I met you and you spilled the iced tea on me at the diner.”
She grinned and everyone chuckled.
“Immediately, I knew there was something special about you. Your sass, your laughter, your smile, and later I discovered how caring you are. Your heart is bigger than any I’ve ever known. Please make me the happiest man on the planet and marry me?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She kissed him and then kissed Lance. “I love you so very much.”
The crowd cheered, and he knew that life had only just begun for him, Lance, and their new amazing bride-to-be.
The future had never looked brighter, a future in Wilde, Nevada, his new hometown.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in Missouri, I am happy to call Dallas, Texas, home, now. Who doesn’t love sunshine?
I began devouring romance novels during summers between college semesters as a respite to the rigors of my studies. Soon, my lifelong addiction was born, and to this day, I typically read three or four books every week.
For years, I tried my hand at writing romance stories, but shared them with no one. Understand, I’m really shy. After many months of prodding by friends, authors Sophie Oak and Kiera West, I finally relented and let them read one. As the prodding turned to gentle shoves, I ultimately did submit something to Siren-BookStrand. The thrill of a life happened for me when I got the word that my book would be published.
I do want to warn the reader that my books are not for the faint of heart, and are strictly for adults. That said, I love erotic romances. Blending the sexual chemistry with the emotional energy between the characters in my books is why I love being a writer.
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