Crazy for Loving You: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(102)

“Oh! So sorry,” she says.

I look behind me, about to tell her it’s not a problem, when I realize it’s the unicorn author.

I know celebrities. And rock stars. And sports stars. And politicians. I can talk to any of them.

But I’m suddenly completely starstruck as I meet her gaze.

“I lost my keys,” she says, gesturing to her overflowing purse. “I had to have them to get here, but now I can’t find them anywhere, and I already lost a set at home once, so I…sorry. You didn’t need to know that.”

“You do you,” I tell her. “Just don’t ever stop writing. You’re not leaving, are you?”

“No! I left my notebook in my car, and—are you here with the single dad? He should really be on the cover of a book. So hot. Good for you!”

“He should,” I agree. I reach into my purse and pull out a card. “Drop me a note. We’ll see what we can arrange.”

She bites her lip, then grins and nods. “Thanks.”

Excitement bubbles over in my veins even as I realize West is going to kill me.

And then I’ll apologize and do a striptease and seduce him until he can’t remember what I did this time, and I’ll make sure I’m the first one up with Remy the next morning, and he’ll forgive me.

Actually, he’ll forgive me even if I don’t do all that.

Turns out, he likes having fun. It’s been missing from his life for too long, with all the military time and being the oldest for so long before that. But the man is lucky enough to be stuck with me forever.

Almost, anyway.

I order him a strawberry daiquiri, tell the bartender to put everyone’s drinks on my tab today, and head back to my usual table with my besties.

It’s much tighter with Derek, Jude, Beck, and West squeezed in with us, but I like squeezes.

And Remy loves being passed from aunt to uncle and all around.

West’s parents, sisters, their families, and even Tyler are here with us this morning, though at the closest tables instead of on top of us. So is my mom. Alessandro and Tiana, naturally. Baxter and Nina, who we call West’s first kids, and who are both really fucking amazing young adults. And my grandmother, who’s decided to retire and take up groveling for a hobby.

It seems she’s finally realized that her funeral would look a lot like Julienne’s if she didn’t start showing her human side.

Plus, I have this suspicion that West might’ve gone to visit her during those ten years we were apart.

I mean, ten days. But it felt like ten years.

I haven’t asked. He hasn’t offered. But my grandmother definitely has some respect for him that wasn’t there before, and he’s more tolerant of her when she’s annoying than he was before.

“Is this for me to drink, or for me to accidentally spill all over your dress?” he asks me when the bartender arrives with his pink froufrou drink.

“It’s just a reminder of how far we’ve come,” I tell him with a grin. “In case you miss the Strawberry Daiquiri suite too much.”

He laughs and kisses me. “Some days, I think I’m crazy for loving you.”

“But it’s the best kind of crazy.”

“You ready for this?”

“Are you kidding? I was born ready.”

He chuckles again, and I nod to Lady Raquel, who stops in the middle of the dining room and claps her hands. “Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. We have a special brunchtime entertainment for you today,” she announces.

My soon-to-be-sisters-in-law all go wide-eyed and squeal, turning their attention to West and me as we scoot out of the booth. He takes Remy back from Beck, who’s just as natural with babies as he is with dogs.

My mom dabs her eyes.

West’s mom does too.

Other than the romance novelists and our families, the only other patrons here today are residents of Bluewater, which I’m not sure they all realize, but it’s utterly perfect.

“Y’all thought you were coming for brunch, but turns out, you’re here to witness a wedding,” Lady Raquel continues. “Daisy, girl, bring that handsome man and that baby over here and get up on this table so we can do this right.”

I follow directions, stepping onto a chair, and then onto a table, West helping me and hopping up too while my security team gathers around us, just in case. We are standing on a table with a baby, after all.

I’ll let them get their boxer briefs in a bunch over me standing on a table. But just this once.

Lady Raquel steps up onto a chair—those heels are seriously fabulous, and they put her at eye level with me, anyway—and begins the ceremony to officially make the three of us a real family in front of our friends, family, and favorite romance novelists.

I might tear up a little, but when it’s time for the vows, I look up into West’s eyes, those magic color-changing eyes that are on the sea green side today, and I don’t want to be at a party, or off on my yacht, or in Bora-Bora, or at a club.

I want to be right here. With this amazing man who’s helped me find inside of myself so much of the acceptance and belonging I was always looking for with the hundreds of acquaintances I’ve made over the years.

I still love a good dance party. And I adore people. And I’ve gone back to Carter International Properties temporarily to make sure all of my former employees will be well taken care of by whoever replaces me.