Page 23 of Reckless Hearts
I flew the three of us on a private jet to Cabo two months ago and popped the question on the beach the last night of our vacation. Things had been so good between the three of us, Cam being the missing link all those years, and solidifying our love.
I’d told Cam in advance – he helped me design the ring in the first place – and asked him if he would propose with me.
On a beautiful star-filled night, in a private secluded beach, we had champagne and dinner, listened to music, talked and then Cam and I popped the question.
Unconventional to say the least, but it was perfect for the three of us. And even more perfect was the sound of “yes” falling from London’s lips.
“You want some breakfast before you leave?” I ask, opening the fridge and grabbing the yogurt and fruit she usually eats.
Nodding, she takes a seat and I place a spoon and her food in front of her.
I watch her as she eats, in awe every day that she’s stuck with me for so long and loves me the way I love her. This morning she has pinned her hair up in an intricate up-do, wispy strands hanging past her ears, framing her soft cheeks that are pink and rosy from her earlier shower.
“Have I mentioned lately how I can’t wait to marry you?”
London blushes and grins, guiding the spoon between her lips. I groan when she closes them around it, recalling how she did the same thing to my cock earlier in the shower.
“You may have mentioned it a time or two.” She giggles softly and I place my palm over her cheek.
“You are going to make us so happy…” I begin to say, when Cam bursts into the kitchen, irritation dripping from his voice.
“Goddamn Lisa!” he roars, startling London so much that her spoon flies out of her hand and drops into the bowl with aclang.
“She wants to give up the custody fight. She’s willing to give me full custody of Taylor, on one condition.”
London and I both turn to stare at him, our mouths lifting in enthusiastic smiles because this is what he’s wanted for so long. But our smiles quickly fade when we see the hopeless and helpless look of defeat across his face.
“I can’t be with you. Either of you.”
