Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(74)

I release her and swing open the door to my workshop, revealing the crib I have spent hours upon hours working on over the last two months.

“Oh my God,” she breathes, and tears immediately flood her eyes. She walks over to it, dragging her hands over the smooth curves and rounded edges. “Is this the table?” she manages to squeak out.

“Most of it. I had to add to it, but I used as much of the table as possible. And look.” I walk across the room to my workbench. “I made shelves to hang on his wall from the extra pieces.” I smile, and she covers her mouth and continues to cry.

“This is… I just… This is perfect. I love it. I don’t even know what to say. I’m probably going to cry every time I look at this now. It’s beautiful.”

“Don’t cry. I’m sure little Gavin will be doing enough of that for you pretty soon.”

“You mean Collin, and he and I can cry together then.” She wipes away the tears and heads over to wrap her arms around my shoulders. “When did you have time to do this?”

“You know all those bookshelves that I told you my buddy asked me to build?”

“You lied to me!” she shouts, but her smile never falters.

“It wasn’t a total lie. He did ask me to build a bookshelf, but it was only one, and I told him I couldn’t do it until I finished this project first.” I smirk, and as usual, she immediately softens.

“Thank you for this, and for yesterday, and for including Sarah. Seriously, Caleb, it was better than any wedding we ever could have planned.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You ready to go inside now and take a nap?”

“Suddenly, I’m very awake. See, I met this guy back in February. He is so freaking hot. And when he isn’t acting like an ass, he does the sweetest, most romantic things for me. I kind of love him.”

“Kind of?” I question with a raised eyebrow. “Because he sounds like a definite keeper.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I think I’ll keep him,” she says just before pressing her lips to mine in a sensual kiss.





THE DAYS have been flying by since Caleb and I got married. It’s been calm and peaceful and completely unnerving. Last weekend, Sarah came home for the very first time. True to his word, Caleb gave me a kiss on Friday and didn’t give me one bit of grief about spending the weekend with her. He didn’t exactly pack my bag or anything, but he didn’t pout and complain either.

Between doctor appointments, decorating the nursery, continuing to build my photography business, the holidays, and just enjoying being married, I’ve been running at a full sprint for the last few months. With Christmas a few days behind us and just over five weeks before my due date, I need to slow down. I’m getting bigger and more uncomfortable, but there is too much stuff to be done. February is just around the corner.

I can’t even believe Collin will be here soon. I still panic a lot about being a mom, but Caleb is cool as a freaking cucumber. I kind of hate him for it, but he spends his nights trying to keep me relaxed. He usually uses his body to do it. He’s a giver like that. It has absolutely nothing to do with sex. At least that is what he claims.

In other news, Brett finally proposed to Jesse. A few weeks ago, he surprised her after her college graduation by renting out an entire bowling alley. It was adorable. Not as sweet as my surprise wedding and crib, but hey, not everyone can land their very own Caleb Jones. However, I think Jesse is still extremely lucky. Brett is a great guy, and no one in the world can miss how much he loves her.

Everyone was there when Brett finally got down on one knee—her family, his family, all of Jesse’s friends, and surprisingly enough, Hunter Coy. It seems he has taken quite a liking to our resident vegetarian. He’s been up here almost every other weekend for the last two months. He claims that it’s just to visit me, but Kara is never far from his side.

Eli was even there too, but not surprisingly, Casey was absent. She and Eli are still dating—or something like that—but she never hangs out with us. I guess I can understand why. This group is a constant reminder of what she lost. It can’t be comfortable to hang out with the men who used to love your best friends and the new women who have filled their lives while you’re two best friends are gone completely. Hopefully Eli is understanding and doesn’t give her crap about it. I’ve only heard from Casey twice since I ran into her at the coffee shop all those months ago. Once she called, but when I picked up, she said that she had the wrong number. We talked for a few minutes and she asked about Sarah. Call me Dionne Warwick, but I have a feeling it wasn’t such an accident at all. A few weeks after that, Eli stopped by with his truck to pick up some barstools Caleb had made for a mutual friend. Casey waved but never even got out. Manda used to live here with Caleb, so again, I can’t even blame her.

“You going to be away this weekend?” Caleb asks while we sit at the dinner table on Thursday night.

“Yes and no. Sarah asked if she could just be alone on Saturday night. So I was thinking maybe we could do like an old-school date night. I’ll have to sleep at her place, but maybe you could pick me up, take me to dinner, make out in the truck for a little while, and then you can drop me back off afterward. Kiss me on the front steps then go home with blue balls. It will be just like high school again.”