Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“I fucked up, Christian, and I’m completely honored that you came for me. I would have called you today if you hadn’t been here because I’ve missed you so much.”
He smiles and cups my face in his warm hand. “I don’t think that this ring is going to stop the media’s craziness.”
He frowns and opens his mouth to disagree, but I press my fingers to his lips and keep talking. “I think they’ll always try to start shit. Your happiness won’t be what they want at all, so they’ll always find something to stir the pot. But what we need to do is promise to be a team, to just worry about us and agree that whatever rumors they start aren’t real.”
“You’re killing me here, Jenna.”
“I would be honored to be your wife.”
He yanks me into his arms, crushing me in a tight hug, and the next thing I know, his lips are on mine, and we fall to the floor.
He pulls back long enough to get the ring on my finger, and then we’re pulling at each other’s clothes, anxious to get at each other.
“You’ll never regret it,” he promises me, kissing his way down my neck to my collarbone. My clothes quickly disappear from my body, and he covers me, pins my hands to the floor, and kisses me until I see stars.
“Mine,” he whispers. “You’re mine, fancy face.”
“Hell, yes, I am.” I hitch my leg up over his hip, opening myself to him, and he slides home, making us both gasp in pleasure and relief. “I missed you.”
“Oh, baby, I missed you, too.”
***
“We still have a lot to talk about,” I say an hour later when we’re back in our clothes and curled up on the couch. “I don’t want to move to L.A.”
“I know.” He kisses my head and rubs his fingertips up and down my arm. “I’ll keep the house there because we’ll need to be there sometimes. I do have a job there.”
“I realize that, and I’m not asking you to give any of that up. It’s going to be a balancing act.”
“It’s going to take compromise,” he replies. “For both of us.”
“I can hire a management company to take care of things when we’re gone,” I say, my wheels already spinning. “But I’ll need to be on hand while the park property is being built. I won’t leave that to anyone else.”
“I understand.” He pauses. “I have to be in Vancouver at the end of February to film Luke’s movie. I’m scheduled to be there for five weeks.”
“Well, I can come visit. That’s not a busy time for me anyway.”
“Good. See? We’re figuring it out already.”
I smile up at him and feel my heart race again at the sight of him. He’s heart-stoppingly handsome.
And he’s mine.
Chapter Twenty
~Christian~
SHE SAID YES.
It’s the morning after, and I think I’m still in a bit of shock, in the best possible way. Jenna is going to be my wife.
Who knew that would happen when I first came to Montana?
I finish doctoring her coffee, then take both of our mugs to the bedroom where she’s sitting up in bed and looking at her phone. The sheets are pulled around her, covering her breasts, but her shoulders are bare. Her blond hair is a bit messy and loose around her clean face.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“I have coffee,” I say.
“Awesome, thank you.” She doesn’t look up, just holds out her hand, but I don’t pass it to her right away. She glances up, blinking, and then her eyes focus on the mug and a slow smile spreads over her sexy lips.
“Does this ring make me look engaged?” she reads aloud and then skootches up on her knees, letting the linens fall away from her body as she kisses me soundly. “That’s my new favorite mug.”
“My hands are full, and I can’t touch you.”
She smiles against my lips. “I love you.” She takes her coffee, rereads the mug, and then takes a sip and settles back into her spot on the bed.
“I kind of love that you’re a slow riser.” I settle in next to her, sip my own coffee, then open my iPad to read the paper. “Lazy mornings are nice.”
“So nice,” she agrees, taking another sip of her coffee. She’s holding it with her left hand and smiles coyly, showing me the message and the ring I chose just for her. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re adorable.”
The doorbell rings, making us both frown.
“Are you expecting someone?” I ask.
“Nope.” She shrugs. “Do you mind answering it? I’m kind of naked here.”
“No one gets to see you naked but me.” I wink and climb from the bed, throwing on my jeans and a T-shirt, then hurry to the door.
“Is Jenna home?” a young woman asks.