Page 201 of Huckleberry Hill
“Few days ago. Told her what I was planning.”
“Did you, now? The little sneak managed to keep it a secret from me. What did she say?”
“She gave her blessing, but she did warn me not to hurt you or I’d have to answer to her.”
I sniggered. “You have to remember she’s feral.”
“Feral and protective,” he said. He ran a hand up and down my back. “We need to pick a wedding date. And I’d like it to be sooner rather than later.”
“June 3rd,” I said.
“You said that fast.” He paused. “That wasn’t when you were getting married to the bastard, was it?”
“No,” I assured him. I lifted myself up and looked at him. “It’s my mother’s birthday. I don’t know, maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’ll taint our wedding anniversary, but I thought . . . I don’t know. Maybe it’ll ease the pain a bit? And it’s like she’ll be included even though she’s not there.”
He stroked a thumb across my cheek. “June 3rd is perfect.”
I smiled and turned my head to kiss his wrist. “Is there anything you won’t give me?”
“Doubt it.”
I bit my lip.
“What?” he asked with a grin. “What do you want?”
I rolled on top of him and straddled him. His hands slid up my body and gently caressed my breasts. “I want to have my way with you.”
His grin was slow. Hot. Devastating.
“Bear snack, you can have me any way you want me.”
Epilogue
A couple months later
* * *
Salem
* * *
I closed the door to the apartment and raised two brown bags to chest height. “We’re celebrating.”
Wyn and Poet were both on the couch underneath a shared blanket. Wynn dragged her eyes from the TV to look at me while Poet hit the clicker and paused the screen.
“Celebrating?” Wyn asked with a wide smile. “What are we celebrating?”
“Me.” I grinned.
“I thought you were supposed to be out to dinner with your boss,” Poet said in confusion. She set the book manuscript she was currently reading aside and thrust the blanket off her. “We didn’t expect you home for at least another hour.”
I placed the bags down onto the small kitchen table and pulled out to-go containers from the restaurant. “Boss forgot about his daughter’s ballet recital, so when his wife called him to ask where he was, he left. He gave me an apology and said I could take all of our food to go. We hadn’t even gotten our appetizers when he got the call.”
Wyn came and inspected the bag. “What did you order?”
“Burrata. And the bucatini with guanciale.”
Wyn moaned. “Gimme.”
