“Yes. But it looks like your bride to be is waiting for you. You should go be with her. She looks beautiful.”
“She always does. And hey, Jordan. I’m glad to hear you’re ready to get back in the saddle.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I just took it from zero possibility to a fraction of a percent. I’m not about to go searching for Mr. Right. I’ve still got a life to live and a new job, thank you very much.”
Juliette wasn’t looking at me by the time I headed her way. She was sitting in an old-fashioned leather chair while her mom braided her long blonde hair. Jules’ eyes were closed and she was smiling. “That feels so nice,” she said.
I stopped and watched her for a little while. That was the girl who changed everything. I was glad to know she’d changed her own life, too. Maybe the best part was that she’d found a new side of her mom in all of this. Her brother, Mikey, unfortunately wasn’t the same case. He’d tried to launch himself into the head role at Coleton in its dying days and wound up getting jailed for a handful of years on some lesser fraud charges.
Juliette rolled her head to the side and noticed me. “You going to just watch, or will you let my mom teach you how to do this so you can help?”
I grinned. “You want me to braid your hair?”
“Your future wife demands it.”
She had been using that shit for months, but it still made me chuckle. My future wife had also stopped taking her birth control, and I’d particularly enjoyed the first time “my future wife” demanded that I put a baby in her belly.
We found out last week that she was pregnant, and we’d both agreed to sneakily work it into our wedding vows. I was looking forward to seeing everyone’s reaction when they realized tomorrow.
Hell, I was looking forward to everything about tomorrow, the day after, and every other day to come where I got to know Juliette was mine.
I never went out looking for the perfect ending, but it wound up bumping mouth-first into my erection in an airplane bathroom, just like I always imagined it would.
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The End