Page 85 of Ghost's Obsession

I feel his breath brush the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Mornin’, wife-to-be,” he says seductively.

I smile, eyes still closed. “You sure you’re ready for that title?”

He slides closer, his voice low and sure. “Been ready. Just needed you to catch up.”

I turn in his arms, staring into his sleepy face. He’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen with his sleep-tousled hair, and those beautiful brown eyes focused entirely on me. This man has fought for me and bled for me. He held me while I cried so hard I couldn’t breathe. And now he’s about to marry me.

Our baby shifts between us, and there’s a soft kick low in my belly. Ghost’s hand moves instinctively to cover the spot.

“Little outlaw’s trying to steal the spotlight,” he murmurs.

I smile. “He’ll have his turn.”

Ghost leans in, brushes a kiss to my lips slow and sweet, then pulls back just enough to reach for the nightstand.

“I’ve got something for you.”

He grabs a black velvet box, flips it open.

Inside is a necklace unlike anything I’ve ever seen. A delicate silver chain with a cascade of diamonds falling in a line, delicate and gorgeous.

“It’s meant to rest here,” he says, fingertips brushing the curve of my chest just above the dip where my strapless wedding dress will hit. “Wanted somethin’ that went with your dress but that you could wear for special occasions too.”

I blink fast, then reach for him. My throat goes tight.

“Ghost, it’s… it’s perfect.”

He lifts it out and clasps it around my neck himself, the weight of it settling just above my cleavage.

“Now you’ll sparkle when you say, ‘I do’ to me.’”

I’m about to tell him I didn’t get him anything quite so amazing. My gift will pale by comparison. When I hear a car door slam in the driveway, I bolt upright.

“Wait, right here,” I tell him. “That’s your gift. Don’t move a muscle.”

He raises a brow, grinning. “Heather, you don’t have to make a fuss.”

“Stay,” I tell him sternly.

I shuffle out of bed, put on my robe, and rush out the door and downstairs, My bare feet thud on the cold wooden floors. I’m already waddling faster under the weight of this baby in my belly. The door is standing open downstairs. I can tell because there is a cool breeze blowing up the steps as I come down. That means the prospect let himself in or one of the old ladies did.

The minute I hit the main floor, the smell of bacon hits my nostrils. The club wives have taken over my kitchen, which was part of the wedding day plan.

Cleo, Siege’s old lady, is flipping pancakes while two of the prospects are cutting fruit under Queenie’s direction. Brittany’s grandmother is still in Las Salinas. She’s staying until Britt is back on her feet properly again.

“Morning, bridezilla,” Queenie chirps.

I blink. She’s wearing leopard print leggings and a frilly apron with a crown on the front. “Not at all. Love the apron.”

“Rock bought it as a joke.”

Before I can respond, Mattie adds without looking up, “We figured if you’re gonna marry the quietest savage in the county, we’d make sure you get a decent breakfast first.”

“Where’s the…”

Before I can finish, one of the prospects gestures towards the foyer.

“I put it over there. Careful when you pick it up. I put a food bowl and water bowl in there.”

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