Page 172 of Butter My Biscuit

I don’t say anything else, and neither does Cash. I’m not falling for his bullshit, but I also don’t have time for this conversation.

“I gotta go.” I chug the beer, crinkle it with my fist then toss it into the garbage. “Nice talk. Don’t make me kick your goddamn ass,” I say directly to Cash. Then, my face transforms into a grin as I walk away.

But I’m not fucking joking. He knows I’m not. Beckett knows too.

When I get home, I start unloading all of Grace’s things so she doesn’t have to. It actually doesn’t take me as long as I thought it would. Once all the boxes are stacked next to mine in our small dining room, I sit back on the couch. I hear Grace’s car pull up, and then the door shuts. Her feet are on the steps, and then I hear a knock.

When I swing the door open, she’s wearing a black trench coat. I lean against the door and smirk as she unties it, revealing the sexiest green lingerie I’ve ever seen. Leaves nothing to the imagination and only accentuates her curves. Within two steps, she’s in my arms, and I’m growling against her lips.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “I’m gonna make love to you right here on this porch.”

She laughs, taking my hand, then leads me inside. Then, I take her to our room, lay her down, and make love to her.

When she collapses on my chest, I hold her, kiss her, and I’m so damn grateful that this is my life.

EPILOGUE

HARRISON

TWO WEEKS LATER

Beckett stands in front of me in his tuxedo, and I’ve never seen him so happy in his life.

I pat his shoulder. “Man, I’m so fucking happy for you. Extra happy.”

“You too,” he tells me, looking into my eyes. “Never thought that either of us would be married to the love of our life.”

“Fuck, me neither,” I admit. “But it feels good. Right. Married life is incredible. Had I known it’d be like this, I’d have proposed when I was eighteen.”

Beckett chuckles, and I can tell he’s growing more excited with every passing minute.

“I worked on my speech for tonight,” I tell him, patting my pocket.

“Yeah? Did Grace give approval?” He looks at me in the mirror as he adjusts his bow tie.

“Hell no. She told me I’d better not say any of it, which confirmed to me that I needed to go ahead and do that,” I say.

He shakes his head. “You’re never gonna change.”

“Hell no,” I tell him with a laugh just as the door swings open.

“Oh shit,” I say when I see Kinsley. “Dude.”

She’s giving queen energy again, but this time, she’s wearing light blue. “What are you lookin’ at?” She turns to me.

“I dunno, just thinking about the last time you barged in exactly like this and tried to talk me out of getting married. Are you about to do the same to Beckett?”

“Pfft, no. Beckett isn’t a dumbass,” she says. “And if he even thought about leaving my best friend on the day of their wedding, well, I wouldn’t be taking his side.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, then look at Beckett. “How does it feel to get double shit when you’ve pissed Summer off?”

He chuckles. “It sucks. Trust me.”

“That’s right,” Kinsley says, and then she smiles at me. “Glad you remembered about today.”

“Oh, what are we doin’ today?” I ask, smirking.

They look at each other.

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