Getting Played (Getting Some, #2)(75)
“I’ll come around and get you,” Dean tells me. “Don’t take off the scarf.”
A few seconds later, he guides me out of the car . . . and then sweeps me off my feet, carrying me. I hold tight around his neck, laughing.
We move up a few steps, maybe two, and he sets me down.
“Ready, Lainey?”
I take a deep breath and nod.
“I’m ready.”
Then he unties the scarf and slips it off. I open my eyes and look around at butter-yellow siding, a big oak door, a wraparound porch and a calm, stunning lake, teaming with geese in the back. We’re back in front of the Miller Street house.
And I’m completely confused.
Dean kisses me, soft and sweet, like he thinks I know what’s happening.
“Welcome home, baby.”
I look up into his eyes. “I don’t . . . understand.”
His mouth hooks into that cocky smile that stole my heart from the start.
“I bought it.”
“You . . . bought it? The house—you bought this house?”
He nods. “I bought this house.”
Curls of burgeoning excitement swirl like smoke in my stomach.
Oh, my God!
“Can you afford it?”
Dean snorts. “Of course I can. I’ve been living with my grandmother for the last twenty frigging years—what do you think I’ve been doing with my money? Investing it. We’re all good.”
His eyes drift over my face and his voice goes low. “I want to live here with you, Lainey. I want to love you and fuck you and laugh with you . . . and build a life with you. You and me and Jay and Ava and any kids that may come along after—and I want to do it right here, in this house.”
I cover my mouth with my hand. And I bounce up and down. “Oh, my God!”
I call over to Jason who’s standing outside the car with Ava in his arms.
“Did you know about this?”
“Yep, totally knew,” he calls back, grinning. Then he makes a silly face at Ava. “That’s right, isn’t it? We totally knew.” He taps Ava’s palm with his own. “Baby high-five.”
Dean wraps his arm around my waist, tugging me close.
“What do you say?”
And I’m crying again—big, wet, the happiest moment of my life, kind of tears.
I jump into Dean’s arms—wrapping my hands across his shoulders and my legs around his waist. I press my forehead to his and tell him fervently. “I say, I love you, Dean. And I’d be perfectly content loving you and building a life with you anywhere . . . but I’m so, so happy it gets to be here.”
Then I press my lips to his and kiss him with everything I’ve got.
And that’s the story, years later, that Dean and I tell our kids about. The story of how we found it—how neither of us were looking for it—but it was a surprise that we found together just the same. Our forever home, our forever family, our forever love.
The End
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Also by Emma Chase
GETTING SOME SERIES
Getting Schooled
Getting Played
THE ROYALLY SERIES
Royally Screwed
Royally Matched
Royally Endowed
Royally Raised
Royally Yours
The Royally Series Collection
THE LEGAL BRIEFS SERIES
Overruled
Sustained
Appealed
Sidebarred
THE TANGLED SERIES
Tangled
Twisted
Tamed
Tied
Holy Frigging Matrimony
It’s a Wonderful Tangled Christmas Carol
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Prologue
Tommy
When I was a boy, there was a spindly old woman who lived down by the docks. Some said she was a witch. Others claimed she’d had “the sight” since she was a girl. Still others believed she had simply been around long enough to know things. Despite the whispers, and fire and brimstone warnings from the local priest, all the new young mums would make their way over to her rickety shack with their newborns in tow.