Page 114 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
“Really?” She pushed off my chest and looked at me in surprise. “We should probably get married first.”
“We’re getting married.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
I smiled. “Nope.” There was no way my Lis was getting a casual proposal. She deserved the big show and I knew exactly what I was going to do.
“So you want to get married and have kids?”
“Yep.”
“But you’re not asking me to marry you.”
“Right.”
“I’m confused.”
I lifted my head and kissed her soft, pink lips. “Just go with it.”
She grinned at the familiar line from our youth. Fuck, that smile. She was stunning, so beautiful it made my heart hammer in my chest. Without a doubt, this was the happiest I’d ever been.
I kissed her gently again. “I love you.”
That smile spread even wider. “I love you too.”
Now that was a better reaction than the first time.
I came up at her in a flash, slamming our mouths together and spinning her onto her back. Then I took full advantage of the mattress being on the floor.
Felicity
Someone was knocking on the front door.
“Go away,” Silas muttered.
I blinked away sleep and pushed up onto an elbow, twisting to grab Silas’s T-shirt from the floor.
We had been asleep for maybe an hour. By the time Silas was done with me, it had been well after midnight, and I’d passed out, completely satisfied and deliriously happy. Squinting, I tried to read the clock on the microwave.
Silas got up first, yanking on a pair of jeans and zipping them up. He skipped the top button so they rode loosely on his hips. Please don’t be his mother at the door.
I stepped into my panties and tugged the hem of Silas’s shirt down over my rear. Walking quickly to catch up to Silas, I slipped a hand into his back jeans pocket and followed him down the hall.
He looked over his shoulder at me and
grinned. When he opened the door, I forced my eyes away from his sculpted back to see who was here.
I gasped and slapped my free hand over my mouth.
For the second time in as many months, I was staring at a friend who looked like she’d just gone one extremely unsuccessful round with Mike Tyson.
Khloe Olson stood at Silas’s front door, bloody, bruised and battered.
“Oh my god.” I pushed around Silas and threw an arm over Khloe’s shoulders, steering her inside. I didn’t need to ask her what had happened.
This was all Derrick.
“I’m sorry for bothering you,” she whispered. “I didn’t know where else to go.”
