“Is Alexa going to make it?” she asks, shoving what was left of the banana down her throat.
“No. She said she was going to use this day to catch up on sleep.”
For the last month, we’ve all gathered at Grave’s and my house every Sunday for brunch. The guys grill streaks in the outside kitchen while me and the girls cook inside. Once everything is finished cooking, we sit down in the formal dining room and eat until we all have to waddle out of the room.
I never thought this would be my life—living with a King. But I couldn’t imagine it any other way. I don’t know what brought Grave into Roses that morning, but I like to think that fate knew what it was doing because it brought me the man that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.
THE END