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“I love you,” I told her.“Love you so fucking much, Angel.”

When our hearts slowed down and our bodies stopped convulsing, I lifted my head, brushing my fingertips across her beautifully flushed cheeks.

“I love you,” I said it again.

“Oh, Emmet.I love you too,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said, and her voice broke at the end, but that was alright because mine did, too.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes, oh yes,” she answered.

My Wolf howled, and I crushed her to me before standing with her in my arms.After we were both showered and dressed in clean dry clothes that had somehow appeared on the foot of the mattress, I helped Jezebel collect all our things, and we made our way to the kitchen where the entire Crew sat waiting for us.

“Um, hello,” Jezebel said shyly, offering a wave that was a cute as fuck to the mass of people in the room.

I tucked her closer to me.

“What’s going on?”

“We got things to discuss, Emmet,” Max said, his mien serious.

“Like what?”

“Like the rodeo,” my Alpha answered.

Shit.GuessI forgot.

Chapter Eighteen-Jezebel

While the men were all out readying for the rodeo, which was taking place the following Sunday, I was busy going over the final checklist needed for my Holiday Film Festival.

A newsletter went out to my subscribers, of which there were over a thousand, I was proud to say.And I even printed out a few flyers and had the boys who worked for me, George, Adam, and Steven, hang them in a few local stores and the post office.

The only thing different about all this was I was not freezing my butt off back in my doublewide on the drive in property.Rather, I was sitting comfy and cozy in the makeshift office a couple of the Crew had assembled for me inside of Emmet’s cabin, where apparently, that beast of a man had them deliver all of my worldly possessions without even asking me.

Okay, so I wasn’t mad.Not really.I mean, I loved Emmet, and after this morning, well, I knew he loved me too.

Sure, it was fast and crazy, but that was just the way it was sometimes.Life was unpredictable, and if there was anything being able to communicate with shades taught me, it was that nothing was guaranteed.

Speaking of which, I still could not believe Emmet had just accepted everything I told him about what I’d seen and heard while I’d been unconscious.Not only that, but he promised to help me anyway he could.

If I wasn’t already head over heels in love with the man, that would have sealed the deal for me.I grinned as I finalized the movies I would be showing and set up the schedule for the films, emailing it to George so he would know what to expect.

The fantastic thing about running a drive-in theater in this day and age was I could order the movies via streaming service.The projection system I had was a good one, and the quality was amazing for the cost.

The convenience of running things this way meant I could offer more options and create festivals like this one where everyone’s needs could be catered to.For example, my Saturday matinee showing started early and would feature PG holiday classics.

After dark, it was no holds barred.Yes, I was talking aboutDie Hard.The other movies were all good feels and laughter.And okay, one latelatenight showing ofBad Santajust because George begged me.

But it was more than the movies.The drive-in was a place where people came to remember the good old days.The twinkling fairy lights strung around the snack bar added a whimsical touch, creating a cozy, inviting space where patrons could mingle and grab some delicious goodies before the show.

I could not wait to smell freshly popped corn dripping in butter as it wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and chatter.

The drive-in was the one place I got to be a part of the community without the taint of my curse, well, I supposed now that calling it a gift was more apt.Especially when I saw how Emmet looked at me when I explained what I thought I had to do.

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