Page 85 of Investigate Away
“You might,” she said. “A while back you mentioned writing the book with me. Did you mean it?”
“Oh, that.” He groaned as he lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, pulling her closer, feeling her hot breath on his skin. “Can I be the chief of police and co-write your book?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then you’ll marry me?” he asked as if they both needed it to be official.
“Yes.” She kissed him tenderly, resting her hand on his chest.
He moaned and not in a good way.
“Fuck, sorry.” She bolted to a sitting position.
“No worries. It was worth it,” he said, trying not to laugh because that would just make it worse.
“I should go so the rest of your family can come visit.” She kissed his forehead and headed toward the curtain.
“Callie?”
She paused and glanced over her shoulder. “Yes?”
He smiled, letting out a long breath. “I love you.”
“I love you right back.”
EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER…
Jag rolled his wedding ring. How the world had changed in such a short period of time. He leaned against the railing of the front porch and blew into his coffee. He’d been married for less than twenty-four hours, and he was about to embark on a honeymoon to Hawaii.
He’d always wanted to go there but just never bothered. Not even to visit his brother, who came home often enough.
Of course, Jag just didn’t take time off work unless forced. But the one time that happened, he wallowed in self-pity. A trip to Hawaii wouldn’t have allowed him to do that.
The front door rattled and out walked his beautiful bride.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, raising his mug. “Are you all packed?”
“I am.” She leaned into him and gave him a long, wet, passionate kiss that by any standards would be considered a gross public display of affection.
He squeezed her ass. “We have time.”
“Oh, no, we don’t,” she said with a laugh. “And we have plenty of time for wild sex all week.”
“Yes, dear.”
“You love saying that.”
“Yes, dear. I do.” He winked. If anyone told him he could be this happy, he’d wonder what that person was smoking. He had no idea life could be so fucking amazing.
She took his coffee cup and raised it to her lips. “I have some news I want to tell you before we head off this morning.”
“And what’s that?”
“You might want to sit down for this,” she said.
He arched a brow. “This doesn’t sound like a good way to start off a honeymoon.”
