Page 77 of Finding Peace
To me.
She’s fucking glowing.
There’s asoftness to her face tonight. Maybe because she’s felt off the last few days. Maybe because she’s been tired. Maybe because she finally feels steady again. But her skin looks warm against that deep green. Her freckles dusting her shoulders and collarbone.
I drag in a ragged breath.
It doesn’t go deep enough.
I’ve seen her sweaty and laughing as she works in the barn. I’ve seen her half-asleep in one of our shirts. I’ve seen her barefoot in the kitchen in the morning before the sun comes up.
But this?
This is different.
This is the woman who could walk into a room full of money and power and not shrink.
The woman who could—and will—stand next to us because she knows she belongs there.
My chest tightens with something that I can only describe as pride.
She laughs softly, looking between the four of us. “Well? Is it too much?”
I almost bark out a laugh.Too much?She could walk in wearing a fucking feed sack and still ruin me.
But this?
This is—
“Red,” Jasper says, voice rougher than usual. “You look…” His voice trails off as he shakes his head slowly, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. “I quite literally don’t have enough words to explain how fucking stunning you look.”
Abigail’s smile beams.
Lincoln steps forward first. His eyes sweep over her in one slow, assessing pass. “You feel okay?” he asks her quietly.
She smiles up at him. “Much better.”
Good. Because if she’d so much as wobbled in those heels, I would’ve carried her back upstairs and told Billings to go to hell.
His smile spreads slow and steady across his face. “You look beautiful, Sweetheart.”
After my brother kisses her softly, she looks at me. “Law? What do you think?” she asks gently.
“You’re…” My voice comes out ragged. I clear my throat and try again. “You look incredible, Honey.”
It’s not enough.
It’s nowhere near enough.
But it’s the only words I can get myself to say.
She reaches for my hand, and I swipe my thumb along her soft skin.
“Looks like Beau and Jas knew what they were doing after all,” she says with a smile.
“Hell yeah, we fuckin’ do,” Beau answers, puffing his chest out with pride before he reaches around Lincoln and pulls Abbie toward him, forcing me to let go of her hand. “Ready to party, Miss Adams?”
Tilting her head back, she lets out a laugh. “Sure am, Mr. Saint John.”
