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“No, and I don’t want to.” Grady’s warm gaze rested on Darla. “I would have hated havin’ to arrest my own mother.” Sadness slowly crept into his eyes. “She would have loved today.”
Evelyn stood up, moving to his side. “She did love today.”
Grady’s head dropped on a half nod. “I hope so.” He turned to her, one hand coming to her face. “You ready to go home, Mrs. Haynes?”
Holy shit. She was married.
Not for money. Not for connections. Not for status or prestige.
Just for love. Love she fully planned to consummate tonight.
She leaned into his touch. “I am.”
* * *
“I THINK I came out on the good end of that prenup.” Grady sat across from her in the tub, playing with her toes just like he had the night before. “This is way better than staring at Gram-Gram and Bernard over the dinner table, pretending we don’t know—”
Evelyn splashed him with the sandalwood-scented water. “Shut it.” She wiggled her toes, looking over the perfect shine of the deep red polish. “I’m still not ready to talk about that.”
Grady tweaked her baby toe. “You’re no fun.” He went back to massaging her foot, his expression turning serious. “I should probably go to the ranch tomorrow. Make sure things are going okay.” His eyes came to hers. “Want to join me?”
“That depends.” She adjusted where her head rested against the side of the tub. “Do I have to hang out with Lula Bell?”
He laughed softly. “No. I think we might need to find you someone else to hang out with.” He worked his fingers between her toes, offering a stretch that felt divine. “Or maybe you can just ride with me until you’re a little more used to being on the back of a horse.”
Evelyn frowned. “Won’t that be too much weight?” She felt guilty enough when it was only her. Thinking of both her and Grady on Scout’s back had her imagining the poor horse’s middle dragging the ground.
“Nah. Not for short rides.” Grady gave each toe a gentle twist, working his way down the line. “And I don’t want to wait to show you around the ranch. It’ll be half yours someday.”
“Umm, no it won’t.” She wiggled her feet free of his hold before shifting around. “We have a prenup, remember?”
While her grandmother had been worried about Evelyn’s best interests, she’d been worried about Grady’s. The documents clearly stated that his family’s ranch would always stay exactly that. “What’s yours stays yours.”
Grady’s eyes narrowed as his lips tipped into a frown. “I don’t think I like that.”
“Too bad.” She crawled over him, sliding a little as she fought against the slippery bottom. “My grandmother is very focused on preserving generational wealth. She would never have let you sign something that said I got half of what was yours.”
“That’s pretty nice of her, but what about our kids?” He lifted his brows. “They’ll get all of what’s yours and mine so it will all be combined eventually anyway.”
Evelyn pinched her lower lip between her teeth as that same familiar flutter she used to fight so hard to ignore flapped its way through her belly. “Kids?”
Grady studied her for a second, like he was trying to see what she was thinking. “You don’t want kids?”
Evelyn shrugged. “I’ve always assumed I would have them, I just never really thought about it happening.” But now that she was, all sorts of images were fighting for footing in her mind.
Grady as a dad, walking hand in hand with a mini version of himself as he showed them the ranch that would one day be theirs.
Gram-Gram pretending she didn’t care if dirty fingers ruined her silk blouse.
Little piggies going to market and playing practical jokes.
“Maybe kids wouldn’t be so bad.” Evelyn leaned closer, planting her hands on his chest as she teased her only slightly sore pussy against the very solid line of his cock. “But you’ll have to fuck me to make them happen.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
GRADY
"NOW, EV," HE gripped her hips, planning to work her body away from his, "we don't have to rush." His fingers slid against her skin as he struggled to ease her away. "We've got plenty of time."
