The Wrong Mr. Right (Queen's Cove, #2)

by Stephanie Archer

I swallowed and let Wyatt pull me further into his chest, resting my head against his skin and closing my eyes. It was too late. It had snuck up on me so quietly and slowly that I didn’t realize I had fallen hard for him. There was no pretending anymore, no convincing myself otherwise or distracting myself. I was in love with Wyatt Rhodes.

I was the one who was different. I was the one who was head over fucking heels for her. I was in love with her. It was the last thing I ever wanted, and yet it was goddamned heaven.

My heart clenched and I swallowed through a thick throat. Adrenaline still rattled in my veins from what had happened in the bookstore. He didn’t see her. He didn’t see what she had done, what she had fought against, how brave and strong she was.

In my mind, I was back in the bookstore, sitting on the window bench with Wyatt, surrounded by our friends. Surrounded by my beautiful new bookstore. I had thought me being in that bookstore was meant to be, but the meant to be part was Wyatt beside me.

My blood buzzed with nerves. This competition had been weighing on me all year, and I was ready. I wanted to make myself proud, and I wanted to make Hannah proud. She had put a lot of work into my social media accounts, and I wanted to follow through. She’d made me so proud these past few months, slaying her own demons, and I wanted to do the same.

“Yep.” I took a step forward. “Before I tell you how much I love you, before I tell you that you are the love of my fucking life and that you’re a part of me, I want to tell you that I realized something.” “Okay.” Her voice was quiet and tentative. “Go on.” “I said I knew everything was temporary, and I used that to keep myself back from all the good things. You said everything you knew was wrong? Well, me too, bookworm.”

“I love you. I should have said it instead of ‘come with me.’ I love you and I want you forever.” She nodded with a watery smile. Her hands came to my waist. “I love you, too.” I pulled her to me and kissed the love of my life.

I stared out at the ocean and thought about all the times Wyatt and I floated out there, talking and staring at the sky, falling in love.

“You want to have a baby now.” He smiled and nodded. “I love you. And seeing everyone today, all together,” his throat worked and he blinked, “it made me want that but with our own family. We love each other so much.”