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Even the shower I just took doesn’t put me in a better mood. Despite planning a wedding and a future with the man I love, I have a bad feeling about something. After brushing my teeth and gargling, I put on one of his tees and a pair of panties. As I pick up my phone to call him again, I hear the front door open. Relieved, I exhale and run out of the room. He’s carrying grocery store bags, so I follow him into the kitchen. Once he sets the bags down, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply.

“Mmhmm,” he moans in my mouth. “Minty. I like.” He kisses me again, this time cupping both my ass cheeks as he pulls me fully into his body. I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him.

“Why weren’t you in bed when I woke up?” He kisses me again and carries me to the bedroom.

“I wanted to make you breakfast in bed, but I think I’ll have you for breakfast instead.” He drops me on the bed, pulls the T-shirt over my head, and whistles at the site of my breasts.

He pushes me down on my back, and after stripping himself naked, he climbs on top of me.

I giggle at him while we’re wrapped in the messy bedsheets.

“How does this sound? In a few minutes, I’m going to make breakfast for my fiancée, but in a few months, I’ll be cooking breakfast for my spoiled wife,” he whispers.

“Spoiled?” I ask with an arched brow. I’ve never been spoiled in my life. My mom loved me and provided, but she didn’t spoil me. She raised me to think on my feet and to figure things out. That’s why when shit went to hell after my stepfather died, I didn’t fall apart.

“Oh, yes. You’re going to be one spoiled wife, Honeybee. Breakfast in bed, dinners cooked alongside your handsome husband, exotic vacations wherever you want. Getting loved by your husband.”

“I love the sound of that,” I say against his mouth, but my stomach growls, and he rolls me off him.

“Okay, stay here, and I’ll go cook.” He slides off the bed and puts on his shorts. He bends down and kisses me before he leaves, but I slide out of bed as soon as he’s gone. After putting on shorts and a tee, I follow him into the kitchen. We wash our hands together, and I make coffee while he dices onions. While it brews, I stand behind him, wrap my arms around his waist, and sigh in contentment.

I’ve never been this happy in my life. I had a good childhood but suffered loss after loss in early adulthood. My twenties were spent in school and building a career. I don’t know how to deal with this new phase in my life, especially when it's something I was never searching for. It just found me.

“Tighter,” he says.

“What?”

“Wrap your arms around me tighter. Don’t ever let go.” He throws the words out casually as he dices a red pepper for our eggs.

“I won’t,” I whisper. “I promise.”

Chapter 60

Brynne

Amira and Raven wave at me from a corner booth in the little bistro down the street from where I live. I walk briskly to them, now bemoaning not wearing a thicker coat to ward off the late November chill.

Despite planning a wedding and taking on more projects at work, it’s been a peaceful and joyous few months. With the wedding six weeks away, every detail has been finalized. There’s nothing to do until we get there, and even then, all we’ll need to do is sign off on things.

The girls take me in a group hug, and after peeling my light jacket off, I sit and exhale.

“How’s our bride-to-be?” Amira asks. “You look gorgeous.”

“I’m great,” I say. When the server arrives, I order a glass of white wine. “Work’s been busy but good. The only thing is I haven’t had as much time to devote to working on my own—”

“You’re still going through with that?” Raven asks. Amira widens her eyes and looks from me to Raven. “Why? You’ll be a Kincaid.”

“And you can’t start a competing business with your husband,” Amira adds. “I might not know much about relationships, but that sounds like common sense.”

I let out a huff. They haven’t said anything I haven’t considered.

“And I’m all for girl power and owning our own shit,” Raven whispers, “but take it from me; starting and maintaining a business is hard. You’ll be working sixty to eighty hours per week. Not to mention all the traveling you’ll probably have to do to meet with potential clients.”

“Ugh, I know.” I cover my face with my hands. “But I promised myself I’d never get screwed over again and—”

“Let me ask you this,” Raven says. “And this didn’t apply to me and my ex because I married a broke ass. Did Colin talk to you about a pre-nuptial agreement?”

Amira’s eyes get so wide, I’m afraid they’ll pop. Luckily, the server arrives with our drinks, allowing me to get my thoughts together. After a sip, I say, “No. Not a single word.” I put my glass down and gesture for them to get closer. “Then I bit the bullet the other night and asked him about it myself. I’ve never seen him get so upset before. He said he wasn’t going into a marriage expecting it to fail. Then he said he believes in us and has so much money that he'll still be rich even if I take most of it.”

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