Play with Me (With Me in Seattle, #3)(75)

“I’m sorry I’m a jackass.”

“Come inside, jackass.” I let him in and push the buttons on the alarm like I’m supposed to when I open the door, earning a wide smile from Mr. Overprotective.

“You set the alarm.”

“I did.” I shrug like it’s no big deal. “You seem to like it when I do that.”

“I do.” He holds the flowers out to me. “These are for you.”

“Thank you.” I bury my nose in them and take a deep breath. “They smell wonderful.”

“Like you,” he whispers.

“Don’t think being cheeky will redeem you from your jackassery.”

“Jackassery?” He asks with a laugh. “Where do you come up with these words?” He follows me into the kitchen where I put the flowers in the water.

“Where did you get that lasagna?” he asks, his eyes wide and pinned to the pan of bubbly goodness on the table.

“I made it.”

“What?” His eyes dart to mine and he pins me with a glare. “You made that?”

“Yeah.” I toss the bread in a basket and set it on the table, along with plates and silverware.

“You can cook?”

“Of course.”

“You’ve been holding out on me?” He crosses his arms over his chest and looks down-right pissed off, which makes me laugh.

“Will, you never asked me if I could cook. You just assumed I couldn’t.” I smile softly at him. “Are you hungry, babe?”

“God, I’m f*cking starving.” He sits at the table, but instead of letting me sit in my chair, he pulls me into his lap and kisses me hard. “I’m so damn sorry for today and for last night. Did I really flirt with another woman with you standing right there, or was that a nightmare?”

“You did.” I cup his cheek in my hand. “I’m okay.”

“I’m never drinking again. I swear.”

“I’m okay, Will. I trust you.” I smile up at him as I pull my fingers down his sexy face. “I thought you were hungry.”

“God, yes.” He pushes me out of his lap and digs into the lasagna. “And after I eat this, I’m hungry for you.” His blue eyes follow me as I sit in my chair and take a bite of garlic bread.

“Sounds like a plan.”





Chapter Twenty-Four


It was, perhaps, the most beautiful wedding I’d ever been to in my life. We’ve just left Jules and Nate’s wedding and are riding in limos to the reception site, a beautiful country club in Bellevue. Jules chose to play it safe, with it being fall, and is keeping the whole event indoors.

I lean on Will’s arm, link our fingers, and sigh happily.

“That was beautiful.”

“Jules looked really happy,” Stacy agrees. We are riding with Stacy and Isaac and their kids and Caleb and Matt.

“The twins were adorable flower girls,” I remark. Josie and Maddie had fluffy, soft pink dresses on and their hair twisted up in sweet little up-do’s.

“I think it was sweet of Jules to have Livie and Soph wear similar dresses too,” Stacy says with a soft smile.

“Are we going to talk about dresses all day?” Caleb asks with a frown.

“Uh, Caleb, it’s a wedding,” I reply dryly. “We’re going to talk dresses and shoes and flowers all day.”

“Shit,” he mutters and pulls on the collar of his white suit shirt.

“You look very nice,” I tell him with a sweet smile. And it’s true. He looks damn hot in a suit, all broad shoulders and tan skin. He grimaces.

“Thanks.”

“Are you flirting with my brothers again?” Will asks me with a grin.

“Yep. Get used to it.” I kiss his cheek. “But you’re my favorite.”

“Gee, glad to hear it, babe.”

“Here we are.” Isaac props little Liam on his shoulder and we all follow him out of the limo. The other cars have pulled up around us, so all the family is arriving at the same time. The rest of the guests should already be inside.

I can hear the band playing inside. They sound good. I wonder who Luke got to play?

“Ready?” Will asks and holds his arm out for me.

“Yes, let’s party!” I take his arm and he escorts me inside along with everyone else, Jules and Nate bringing up the rear.

Once we’re all in, Jules’ dad takes a mic and announces the newly married couple.

“It is my great honor to introduce you all to Mr. and Mrs. McKenna!”

Applause erupts and the happy couple enters the hall, smiling broadly, absolutely glowing.

If it wasn’t so fantastic, it would be disgusting.

Jules’ dress is just flat-out amazing, which doesn’t surprise me. It’s white, and almost Grecian in style, flowing up one shoulder and gathered with rhinestones. Rhinestones cascade down the mostly-open back, holding the dress together. It’s floor-length, and as she walks, Tiffany-blue shoes peek out. Her something blue.

I scan the elegant room, taking it all in. The guests are beautifully dressed, wandering around, chatting or finding their assigned seats at one of the many round tables, set with soft pink linens and large pink bouquets of flowers and tea-light candles.