by Amy Olle
“Oh, good.” Emily breathed a relieved sigh. “We never did it on that balcony.”
“We need to correct that grievous oversight.”
She titled her head to the side and watched the action on the screen for a long moment. “She looks kind of bored.”
He hit Fast-Forward.
“Sex never lasts this long,” he felt compelled to point out.
He stopped the video. Serena stood in the foyer, a suitcase at her feet. When Chase appeared, she wanted to know why he didn’t have his suitcase. They were going to miss their flight to Vegas. Chase told Serena he couldn’t marry her. He would marry Mitzi, the daughter of his father’s business partner, as the families arranged years ago.
The credits rolled. He hit the Power button and the TV went dark.
“Wow, twist ending.” She snuggled into his side.
He ran a hand over her ginormous belly. “I can’t believe I married a woman who will watch porn with me.”
“It’s not porn. There’s a plot.”
“If you say so.”
“I do say so. And if you’re counting up my virtues, don’t forget I bake, too,” she said proudly.
“That’s pushing it.”
He buried his face in her hair.
For years on the force, he’d had to find little ways to lie to himself, to try to convince himself that some goodness remained in this world.
Now, he didn’t have to lie.
With a deep breath, he drew her inside him.
He was no longer a cop. At one time, the mere possibility of that happening would’ve destroyed him, and at first, it’d been hard. He didn’t know how to be anything other than a cop. He didn’t know how to do anything other than fight for the good guys.
He’d had a different story planned for himself, one with a different ending.
But this one would do.
The background noise had faded somewhat. He had them, and somehow, it was enough to fill the hole. To erase the void that’d opened up inside him the day a disturbed kid lashed out.
And while he’d never regain what was lost that day, he’d made some peace with it. What if one of the children at that school, facing the other end of that gun, had belonged to him and Emily? There were no winners, no heroes, in such tragedies. Only anguish.
His arms tightened around them.
He was no longer just a cop.
Now, he had options.
He was an inn owner. A community activist.
He was a brother and an uncle.
Soon, he’d be a dad.
He was Emily’s husband.
And it was enough.
It was everything.
THE END
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About The Author
Amy Olle writes sexy contemporary romances filled with hope, heart, and humor. Her debut novel, Beautiful Ruin, is the first book in a series about the five Irish-born Nolan brothers sent as children to live with family on a remote island in northern Michigan. She is delighted to put her Psychology degrees to good use writing romance.
Amy lives in Michigan with her longsuffering husband, brilliant son, and (female) turtle named George.
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