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“Parker is great. You’ll really like him.” “I wouldn’t go that far.” My smile fades as he holds out his hand. “Let me see the ring.” I hold it out for him to see and just as I begin to pray that he won’t grab my hand, warm skin presses against mine. He rubs his thumb over my knuckles and the ring on my finger. “Hmmm, not what I would have picked for you.”
“Yes, Mason. I am insane. I let the woman I love slip right through my fingers. I want her back and I want her back now.”
“She doesn’t need to do that where I’m concerned.” He frowns but even still he looks gorgeous. “Oh? Because you weren’t here when she was picking me up off my bathroom floor once a week. You weren’t here when she was holding my hand through hours and hours of crying or holding my hair back when I drank my weight in whiskey. She helped fix what you broke, Jacob.”
“I just… I thought I’d have more time.” “More time for what?” I whisper. “For a second chance with you.”
“I love you.” Her eyes widen and I shrug, laying all my cards out on the table once in for all. “I’ve always loved you. I’ve never stopped loving you. Don’t marry him.”
It truly was just a stupid drunken mistake. He was in Vegas. Bachelor party. You know how it is.” “Can’t say that I do. I went to three bachelor parties while we were together and I distinctly remember demanding nudes from you every four hours. So don’t hand me that drunk mistake bullshit because I could have been so drunk I didn’t remember my own name, but I damn sure always knew yours.”
“I never agreed to play fair. Another man asked you to marry him. As far as I’m concerned, he declared war on me first. And you know what they say about love and war.”
Parker and I were always on borrowed time because somewhere in the depths of my heart, I knew I would find my way back to Jacob.
The truck gets closer and my eyes widen when I realize it’s Kevin. As in the father of the wet, naked woman in my bathtub who also happens to be my goddaughter. Jesus fucking Christ.
“Bad. Mom won’t stop crying and Dad is pacing the room talking about what charge he’d get for murdering you.” He rubs his eyes and clears the emotion from his throat. “I told him probably second degree because you know crimes of passion? But the longer he thinks on it, the more it’s looking like first-degree murder.”
“I’m not losing you twice in a lifetime.”
Eleven Months Later “And that little one is how I became your daddy.” I watch as my husband walks our little girl, Sophia, around the room, having given her a very detailed synopsis of mine and her father’s relationship.
