Page 90 of Resisting the Lawyer (Dirty Hot Resistance 3)

Then Lucas showed up, insisting I get dressed and blindfolded me.

“If you kidnap me, I will get my father to find the best lawyer there is and sue your pretty behind,” I threaten half-heartedly.

That earns me a slap on my ass that has me jumping.

“Lucas!” I cry out, glowering at him and blushing all the while.

“I am the best lawyer there is, babe,” he scolds me.

I mutter something uncomplimentary under my breath.

For a few seconds, I think he hasn’t heard me until he says in a leery voice, “Why don’t you

say that to me, tonight, in bed?”

I bite my lower lip, knowing he’s going to make me pay.

The man is too creative in bed and a complete sadist. I said no to the sex swing but yesterday I saw him staring at it online again, and I know that in a few days to come, he’ll talk me into it.

I smile.

Lucky me.

My new apartment, forced on me by my father, is a penthouse, a five minute drive from their house and my father has chosen part time retirement because he wants to spend more time with me and Sophie…mostly Sophie. My little girl has both her grandparents wrapped around her little finger.

It’s an adorable sight, usually, but I often have to end up putting my foot down.

Especially, when they got her three different swing sets of different Disney princess designs.

Of course, they hadn’t been pleased when I made them return two. I know for a fact that they never did and simply put it in the large attic that they think I don’t frequent. Now that Sophie has begun walking slightly, she’s made it her life’s mission to reach every dangerous place she can. And that includes spending an entire afternoon clambering up the steps to the attic before sitting on the top stair and wailing loudly because she doesn’t know how to get back down.

With Lana now expecting much to Oliver’s delight, she seeks every opportunity to babysit Sophie, which in turn, gives me more time to spend with Lucas. If there’s one thing I’ve discovered about this man is that he loves taking me dancing.

He’s got two left feet but he will dance until he drops and I absolutely adore it.

Caleb and Kendall’s wedding last week was surprisingly a small event. Lucas took Sophie and slow danced with her in his arms and my heart has been overflowing ever since. Watching the man I love, his heart so huge, as he made my daughter giggle and twirl.

The wedding surprisingly made me feel a yearning and ever since then I keep glancing at my own left hand which is bare. Lucas has never brought up the subject of marriage after the fight we got into and sometimes, when I study him, unobserved, I feel a sharp pang of regret in my heart.

“Lucas, how much farther?” I ask from behind the blindfold. I know I’m whining but I’m twitching with anticipation to see the surprise he’s leading me to.

“Just a bit further.” He coaxes me.

I begin to wonder if he’ll sulk for too long if, I smacked him.

At some point, he lets go of me and says, “Stay still. Don’t move.”

I don’t hear him move about but I do hear Sophie’s voice getting further away.

Then a heartbeat later, a pair of strong hands undo the silk blindfold and I blink, half blinded by the sunlight.

It takes me a few seconds to take in the scene and I gape in amazement.

We’re standing in the middle of a clearing, which opens into a small lake. The sunlight is reflecting on the water, making it shimmer majestically. Although it’s a clearing, there are wild flowers blooming everywhere, making this whole scene look like it’s been taken from a fairytale book. One could expect small faeries to come fluttering out with their shimmering wings.

There’s a huge blanket on the soft grass, surrounded by daisies. On the blanket is a bucket that holds a chilling bottle of what looks like champagne, two wine glasses, a basket, and written with scattered rose petals on it, are the words, ‘Marry me’.

It’s not a question, just a statement.

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