I glance over at Courtney, wondering if she heard me, and her face is white as a ghost.
“Holy fucking shit,” she mutters, looking behind me.
“What?” I turn around to where she’s staring, and gasp when I see what she’s freaking out about. “What the hell is he doing here with her?” I mutter, getting Travis’ attention.
“Who?” he asks, turning his head. His eyes widen as the next words come from Courtney’s mouth.
“MiafuckingMontgomery.”
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BONUS SCENE #1
TRAVIS
THURSDAY
“Today’s the day, Princess. You excited?” I whisper in Viola’s ear as she rustles in her sleep, fighting to wake up for the day. I have an amazing surprise Valentine’s weekend planned for us and can’t wait to get going.
“I will be if you let me sleep for twenty more minutes,” she mumbles, pulling the blanket up to her neck.
“No can do.” I wrap my arm around her, pull her to my chest, then press a kiss to her neck.
“Fifteen more minutes,” she offers.
“Nope.”
“Ten?”
“No.”
“Five and a BJ on the way to the airport?”
“Viola,” I growl at the mention of her mouth on my cock. She fucking knows my weaknesses, which is anything that has to do with her.
I suck in a breath and kiss her shoulder. “Fine, but I’m holding you to that.” She smiles as if she knows exactly what she’s doing. “Damn you, woman.”
Sliding off the bed, I shake my head and grin. Even after over a decade together, she still has me wrapped around her finger.
Just as I open the bedroom door, my youngest child TJ comes barreling down the hallway and runs into me. “Whoa, bud. Where ya going in such a hurry?”
“Ginny said she’s going to lather me in honey and drop me off in a forest of bears,” he snitches, almost in tears.
“Well, that’s mildly disturbing,” I say. “Tell her jokes on her because Winnie the Pooh loves honey.”
“Lame, Dad. I’ll just pull her hair again and call her four eyes.” He wiggles his way out of my arms, and I don’t even pretend to be phased anymore. With three kids and three dogs, there’s always someone tattling and roughhousing. As I look back at all the memories we’ve shared as a family, I wouldn’t want it any other way. My life with Viola and our family is the greatest blessing I could’ve ever asked for. However, if I didn’t put a limit on the number of dogs we could take in, we’d have a dozen by now. I gifted Gryff to Viola when she was pregnant with our oldest, Ginny who’s now in seventh grade, and the other two were spontaneous “gifts” from our friend, Kayla. She’s a dog fanatic, and I’m surprised we don’t have a dog village by now.
“James,” I say as soon as I walk into the kitchen and see the disaster in the sink and on the counter. He’s my creative child and is only fifteen months younger than Ginny. Smart and independent, he acts much older than eleven years old. “Care to explain what happened?” I fold my arms over my chest and lean against the doorframe. “Looks like a tornado blew through here.”
“Don’t look at me, Dad,” Ginny immediately says as she passes me and enters the kitchen with a book in her hand. “I told him not to make a mess.”
“I asked you for help.” James directs his harsh tone at her.
“And I told you I was busy!” she snaps back.
“Okay, okay enough. What exactly were you trying to do?” I ask James.