Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
I grin back at her. “I’m going top ten, sister, and you can’t lock me in.”
She flips me the bird as Posey throws up one of her hands. “Okay, put your dicks up, children,” she calls to us, and then she looks in the mirror at Quinn. “I think we should let Quinn get his ass killed since we all know he doesn’t need to marry this girl. And since he is the favorite, we can all gain from this.”
“I don’t know. Emery might want a cut,” Owen muses, and Quinn looks at all of us.
“Y’all are my family, and this is how we solve my issue? By just letting her off me?”
We all think that through, and then we all basically agree. Quinn shakes his head, utterly confused, as Shelli turns to pat his leg. “Wanna know what Aiden and I think?”
“Wait. I didn’t know we were letting spouse’s opinions in!” Posey complains. “Boon is convinced she’s going to show up to the wedding and be in the back, screaming ‘I object!’ and then she kills everyone and captures Quinn for herself.”
I snort. “That’s a good one, and totally believable.”
“Angie thinks Quinn is going to call off the wedding and go to California to beg Emery to marry him.”
I nod. “Real good one. Quinn, are you taking notes?”
Quinn glares as Shelli says, “Aiden thinks she’s gonna move home and fight for you. That you won’t marry Ava and, like Boon thinks, you’ll marry Emery instead.”
“I mean, that could be a winner,” I say.
“Callie thinks Quinn should go into hiding.”
I give Evan a look. “Why does your spouse suck?” I can’t even get all the words out before laughing, but Evan still punches me square in the arm. I notice Quinn cradling his face as he shakes his head.
“All of you are idiots.”
“What are Cameron’s thoughts?”
I scoff. “Please, my baby wasn’t thinking a lick of anyone but me.”
“Gag,” Shelli taunts. “I hope you didn’t hook up in our grandparents’ house.”
I give her a knowing look. “I caught you bent over the fireplace by Aiden six Christmases ago in that house.”
“She was riding him last Fourth of July,” Posey adds, and Shelli gives her a look of pure betrayal.
Owen scoffs. “I caught them last night in the bathroom.”
That has the whole car razzing and laughing as we pull into our grandparents’ driveway. A peaceful silence falls over the car as we look up at the house that holds so many memories. There are cars everywhere since immediate family was invited back here for the scattering of the ashes. Cameron is going to give a speech, which is confusing to me since she’s only met them once, but when Shea asked if anyone wanted to do it, she was the only one who volunteered.
She thinks nothing through, and I love it.
“Are you going to marry Cameron, Benny?” Shelli asks, though all our gazes are on the house.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Good,” Posey announces. “I’ve always liked her a lot.”
Owen nods as he leans in beside me again. “It’s good you’re not dumb like the golden child here.”
I chuckle as the girls smile back at us, and Quinn glares at his brother.
“I love you guys,” I say, and all of us look at one another.
Unlike in the Hallmark movies, Shelli says, “Mom should have stopped after Evan.”
“She couldn’t. I was holding on to his ankle on the way out!” Owen hollers after her, though I doubt she is listening.
“I wish I were an only child,” Posey sighs, throwing the door open.
“Hell, we all know I’m Mom’s favorite,” Evan reminds everyone.
“Have Mom. Dad likes me more than the lot of you,” Owen says, patting my back before jumping ahead of Quinn and me to follow Evan out. I look out to see them gathering their girls, and there between Angie and Callie is mine.
My beauty.
My lips move into a slow grin. I can see the anxiety rolling off her in waves. I don’t know why she thought she wanted to do this speech, but I know it’s going to be great. Because she’s great. She’s everything.
Quinn looks over at me, and I meet his troubled gaze. “What do you think Emery’s plan is?”
He shrugs, looking down at the invisible lint on his pants. “I know her, more so than anyone, and I honestly don’t know. Her face told me she wanted to kill everyone in her way, but her eyes, they were sure I wasn’t going to get married.” He looks up at me. “But I have to.”
I bring my brows in tightly. “Why?”
He only shakes his head. “Because as much as I believe Emery loves me, I know she won’t be with me the way I want her to be. She just doesn’t want me with anyone else.”
“We’ll see,” I say then, and his eyes cut to mine. “I think you’re about to find yourself in quite a pickle.”