Page 128 of The Outpost (Jamison Valley 4)
The day after she’d moved here from Seattle, I’d offered to take her on vacation, but she’d jumped right into wedding planning instead, insisting we save money and focus on the wedding. Then I’d pitched the idea of Disney World for our honeymoon but she’d nixed that too.
She’d wanted our honeymoon to be at the outpost.
I had argued at first, but when she’d pointed out that there would be no distractions from a week of sex, I’d immediately shut up.
After the wedding, we wasted no time in getting pregnant with Ella, then again with the boys. Disney World with a two-year-old and twin babies sounded more like torture than fun so we’d kept pushing back the trip.
But now the kids were old enough to have a blast and we were leaving in the morning. We were flying to Florida tomorrow and spending a day at her parents’ house, and then we were all going to Orlando. Her parents, brothers and their families were coming along too. We’d all be wearing matching Holt-MacKenzie Clan T-shirts that her brother Kameron had designed.
The family time would be great, but more than anything, I couldn’t wait to give Sabrina this trip. She was more excited than Ella, Peyton and Tanner combined.
My phone chimed in my pocket as I pulled a suitcase from the top shelf in the closet.
Shortcake: Just leaving. I’m kissing the kids and then we’re locking the door.
Hell, yeah. Packing would have to wait until the morning.
Stripping down to nothing, I slid into bed to wait for my wife. Propping myself up against the headboard, I reached for the book on my nightstand.
I had read every single book that Sabrina had written. Romance novels weren’t my thing but hers were the exception. I’d reread most of them more times than I could count. I swelled with pride whenever I read something written by my talented wife. I loved finding hints of Sabrina in her main characters.
The one I held tonight was my favorite, Holt’s Compass. This one was my book.
Flipping to the beginning, I read the dedication.
To Beau.
The hero who stole my heart.
The man of my dreams.
The love of my life.
She’d written that when we were apart, which made it all the more special.
I read it again then heard the garage door open downstairs. Setting my book aside, I grinned and stared at the door. The kids had been right earlier. She was going to be mad. Lucky for me, it wasn’t the real kind of mad. She’d do her best to put on an angry face—it was cute as hell—but with one kiss, she’d be all smiles again.
When her bare feet padded down the hall, I dropped the grin and rested my hands behind my head.
“Beau, you should see the boys. They’re so cu—” She crossed through the door and stopped dead, her eyes widening as her jaw dropped.
“Hi, angel.”
“What. Did. You. Do?”
I grinned. “It gets hot in Florida. I thought this might be cooler.”
“We’re taking pictures, Beau!” She fisted her hands on her hips. “When I bring them back and show everyone, no one is going to recognize you. They’re all going to say, ‘Who is that strange man holding Ella’s hand?’ ”
That or they were going to ask why she’d taken Michael to Florida, because with my hair buzzed off like his and no beard, I was my brother’s doppelganger.
“It’s not that bad,” I said. “Besides, now the boys and I have matching haircuts.”
“Where are those clippers?” She sprinted from the door toward the bathroom.
I whipped off the sheet and ran after her, barely rescuing my clippers before she could take them apart.
With her pinned in my arms, my cock getting hard against the top of her ass, I bent down to kiss her neck. “I’ll grow them back.”
