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He reached out to me. “That’s fine. Come back.”
I did, but as I crawled over him, I asked, “Why?”
“I forgot, I have a Skype call with the family at two o’clock.”
“Oh, you’ve got plenty of time,” I assured him.
“They’re looking forward tae meeting you.”
I tensed, my voice involuntarily high-pitched as I replied, “Today?”
His arms tightened around me. “That a problem?”
Glaring at him incredulously, I didn’t see any concern etched between his brows. “You could give a girl some warning.”
“You dinnae want tae meet them?”
“Of course I do!” I slapped his chest. “But meeting your family is a big deal and I haven’t even—Look at my hair!”
Relief flooded his features and he began to shake with laughter. “You have plenty of time tae do your hair, wee yin.”
A thought occurred to me and I sat up, still straddling him. “Maybe I shouldn’t. I don’t want them to think I’m like your ex the way Jamie did. He said we both had that shiny, polished look. Maybe I should leave off the makeup and not style my hair so they don’t think—” The rest of my sentence was muffled against his big hand clamped over my mouth.
He didn’t look amused anymore. “You’ll wear what you want. You’ll be Ava and no one else for them. I’ve already told them loads about you and they’re happy you make me happy. That’s all they care about.”
I slumped against his hold and he released my mouth. “You’re sure? I want them to like me.”
He gripped my waist and gave it a squeeze. “I love that you care so much about them liking you, but I dinnae want you working yourself into a worry about it. My family will love you but all that matters is that I love you and you love me. Right?”
And just like that I melted and my anxiety momentarily fled. “Right.”
“And you already know Jamie likes you. That’s one down.”
I did know that. Jamie had made it clear over the last few weeks that he was grateful to me for making Caleb happy again. For giving him back hope for the future. Funnily enough, however, now that Caleb’s simmering anger had abated, I saw clearly for the first time that the similarity I’d noted between the two brothers had nothing to do with physical appearance really.
They both had this underlying bitterness in their ice blue eyes.
“He doesn’t seem happy,” I whispered all of a sudden.
Caleb’s grip on me tightened in response. “Quinn,” he replied, his voice like sandpaper against the name. “He was Jamie’s twin. Jamie was in the car with him when Quinn lost control of the car.”
His words pierced my heart and suddenly that bitterness in Jamie’s eyes made so much sense.
Although Caleb would never truly get over what Carissa did—and it hurt that I couldn’t repair that damage—the bitterness in his eyes had dissipated. Every day it got chipped away at by our love. Sound cheesy? Maybe. But it was beautiful and it was true.
Jamie’s bitterness, however, was still there and now I knew why. “I wish there was something we could do for him,” I said, heart aching for his brother.
“Well … we can only hope one day he meets his Ava.”
Love broke through the empathetic ache in my chest. I was no longer astonished by Caleb’s romantic side. He showed me it more and more each day—the man he had been before Carissa. The man he was becoming again. “We’re staying in this bed until one o’clock.” I kissed him, pressing my lower body to his.
“Again?”
I kissed along his jaw, his stubble prickling and tickling my lips. “I’m going to wring you dry, Caleb Scott,” I purred, biting his earlobe.
“Do with me what you will, wee yin.” He wrapped his arms tight around me, binding me to him as he whispered in my ear, “Every inch of me is yours.”
Acknowledgments
First, I have to thank Amy Jennings for coming up with the title of this book. I asked all the amazing folks in my Facebook readers group “Sam’s Clan McBookish” for help in choosing a title for this manuscript. I gave you all hardly anything to go on, and yet, Amy, you somehow produced the most fitting title. Thank you!
Moreover, thank you to all the readers in my Facebook Clan who show me love and support and so much enthusiasm on a daily basis. I’d be lost without you!
I want to also say a massive thank you to the team of people around me who, whether directly or indirectly, help make each book develop into the best story it can be: my fantastic agent, Lauren Abramo; my wonderful editor, Kerry Donovan; the brilliant team at Berkley; my fabulous publicist, KP Simmon; my “can’t live without you” PA, Ashleen Walker; my awesome friends and family; and my supportive author buds.
All of you encourage me and challenge me in the best way possible. You find ways to make my life easier, and I’m grateful for you.
And finally, the biggest thank you of all to my tremendous readers. What are words without someone to read them? Thank you.
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