Just My Luck (King Family, #2)

by Lena Hendrix

Sloane had a way of poking at me that was equal parts irritating and endearing—almost like she’d lent me some of her lightness for even the briefest of moments. It was a kindness I rarely received, even in my own hometown.

I scribbled down exactly the way Sloane smelled so I wouldn’t forget. Honey. Biscuits. Home.

He may be sullen and imposing, but I know a man who needs to be held when I see one. I wondered if anyone had ever been soft and gentle with Abel King. For long moments, he held me in the quiet depths of his darkened bedroom. This is going to change everything. His fingers stroked the bumps of my spine, and I toyed with the ends of his hair. Finally, I sat back to look at him and smiled. “What did I tell you? Best. Wife. Ever.”

My silliness broke the tension and eased the intensity building between us. Abel rewarded me with a rare grin. “Best one I’ve ever had.”

It would be so easy to let myself fall for you.

“I will always protect you. You’re mine. My wife.”

An entire lifetime would never be enough.