Accidental Knight: A Marriage Mistake Romance(112)

“How’d you know that?” Drake asks. “Thought you were in the living room watching cartoons.”

“I know,” she says, nodding vigorously. “But...he’s at the front door. By the porch.”

Dr. Little laughs, setting down his coffee cup. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, little girl. Edison can’t be at the front porch. He still has the sling on.”

Drake and I look at each other and laugh.

Shaking my head, I stand up. “Nothing’s impossible when it comes to Edison.”

Sure enough, my horse is there, standing next to the front porch.

Dr. Little, beside himself, trying to figure out how Edison could have gotten out of the sling, heads for the barn.

Drake wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me back against him. “Horses and children?”

“Yes,” I say. “I’m thinking a half dozen of each.”

“Who knows,” he says kissing the side of my neck. “A famous, beautiful lady once told me something. I think it was about...five minutes ago? Life’s just full of surprises.”

I elbow him hard and we go down in the grass, laughing and kissing and so much in love we don’t care what anybody thinks.





20





Backyard Honeymoon (Drake)





It’s been months, and she looks just as beautiful as she did during our first roll in the hay – literally. Hell, maybe more beautiful.

There are days when I wonder how I ever lived without her. Without the happiness and love she’s brought into my life.

I look out the window, at the huge white tent, the tables, the chairs, the dance floor, and the flowers. They’re everywhere, and ninety-nine percent pink. “I thought we were having a simple affair.”

Giggling, she loops her arms around my neck. “It could be worse. Trust me.”

I grasp her waist and pull her in close for a kiss. “This what you want, darlin’? Really?”

She nods. “Yep. I told Mother she could be in charge of the whole wedding, just as long as it happens right here on the ranch, and as long as I get to be Mrs. Drake Larkin.”

Damn. I’m not sure my dick will ever have another day of peace every time I hear my wife’s full name.

Molly’s been incredible, which still hasn’t stopped surprising me.

She’s spent the last four months planning our wedding. Day in and day out. “Can’t believe what she’s got together,” I say.

Bella laughs and slips out of my arms. “Mom loves you now. And once you’re finally on her good side, well, the rest always just seems to fall into place.”

I glance out the window again. “She loves the fact that I agreed to all this.”

I’d have agreed to anything. Even though we’re already married, have been for almost six months, I’m looking forward to officially proclaiming my love and devotion to Bella.

A giggle escapes from the new walk-in closet of the master bedroom. We decided to change the place up again once we knew we’d never sleep in separate rooms again.

“Hurry! Pictures are scheduled in an hour.” She steps out of the closet, carrying a big white garment bag. “Mom has just about everything scheduled right down to the minute.”

I lift a brow. “Even our wedding night? Because as much as I like Molly...that sounds fuckin’ awkward.”

She gives me a saucy look. “Rest assured, I have that part taken care of.” Heading to the door, she says, “I’m going to my old room to get dressed.”

My eyes go straight to her sweet ass as she wanders off, giddy as ever to marry me for real.

Her laugh just hangs in the air long after she slips out of the door.

How the hell did I wind up here, anyway, marrying the woman of my dreams? The last few months have been bliss, but they’ve had their thorns, too.

I think back to the depositions, the trial, everything happening the past few months as me and Wallace helped make sure the Briars would never see the light of day.

Jupiter’s been buried forever. The Feds came down on them as soon as the 'Dragon killer' started showing up in the national news. I think every damn alphabet department has found something on that company.

It’s been torn limb from limb, leaving a whole lot of people looking for work. Thankfully, most of ’em are honest, and North Earhart has taken on as many fresh faces as possible.

I’m barely involved with that business these days, though. Mostly just hear it from Bella. I’m content to work around this ranch, fixing it up to be better than yesterday, everything my wife ever hoped for – and some things she never imagined.

Smiling, I change into the tuxedo, that yes, I’d agreed to, and sit down to put on the shiny black shoes that are about as uncomfortable as those stupid-ass thongs people wear.

I’ll never figure out how they can stand that strap between their–

There’s a knock at my door.

“Come in!”

“Wowwww,” Angie says, stepping in. “You clean up pretty well.”

I nod at the layers of pink she’s wearing. “You, too, sis. Or did you spill Pepto-Bismol all over yourself?”

She laughs, flipping me the middle finger. I’m glad the banter between us feels natural again.