Beautiful Sacrifice (Maddox Brothers #3)(107)

I took Hadley in one arm and let Taylor take Hollis from the other. Hollis was already asleep. Taylor handed me a cover-up, and I pulled it over my head with my free hand.

Chuck and Gunnar were instantly trying to find somewhere else to look.

Hadley settled down, and Taylor swayed from side to side as he held Hollis.

Phaedra shook her head. “Good grief. It’s like having twins.”

“Just about,” Taylor said. “Wouldn’t trade it though.”

He winked at me, and I grinned.

We had matching pairs of dark circles under our eyes, and when Taylor was at the station and both babies woke up during the night, it would be challenging, but we had become pros.

Taylor had been a great boyfriend, but he was the perfect father.

“So, when is the wedding?” Kirby asked.

“As soon as I can fit into the size-six dress that I bought,” I said.

Everyone laughed but Taylor.

“You know,” he said, “I thought you couldn’t be more beautiful than you were when you were pregnant, but I was wrong. I fall in love with you every time I see you holding our kids.”

“Easy,” Chuck said. “You’ll have another one on the way.”

Phaedra, Kirby, and Gunnar laughed.

“Wedding first,” Taylor said. “Then who knows?”

“I know. We got lucky,” I said.

“We’ve been lucky a lot,” Taylor said before kissing me on the forehead. He looked to the others. “We’re getting married in Eakins in October. We have a few people from there besides family we’d like to invite.”

“Like who?” Phaedra asked.

“Shane and Liza … and Olive,” I said.

Phaedra and Chuck traded glances. “So, you’re going to contact them?”

“I’m going to write them a letter,” I said. “I have to explain a few things first.”

Phaedra seemed concerned. “If you think that’s best.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, honey,” Chuck said with a smile.

Kirby left to check on the remaining tables, and I finished my slice of pie with one hand, something I’d grown accustomed to. Once I burped Hadley, Phaedra buckled her into her seat.

“Do you have to go so soon?” Phaedra said, forlorn.

“We’ll be back,” I said, hugging her.

I took a sleeping Hollis from Taylor, and Phaedra kissed the baby’s hand.

Taylor picked up the carrier and leaned in to hug Chuck.

“Drive safe,” Chuck said.

We waved good-bye, and after securing the children into their seats, we climbed into ours.

Taylor started the truck and reached for my hand. “So much has changed since I first walked into that café.”

“That’s an understatement.”

He held my hand to his lips, and then he lowered it back to the console. “One choice led to all of this. If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have either of my children. I owe everything that’s important to me to you.”

With his left hand, he reached across to put the gear in drive. We drove away from the place where we’d met to the place where we were raising our family, holding hands the whole way.





I thank my husband in every book. I can look back on each acknowledgment and see the love and support he’s shown me over my career. Jeff helps me so much that at times I joke that his name should be on the cover, too, because without him, there would be no Jamie McGuire books. His presence in my life is just as instrumental to my finishing novels as my creativity or work ethic. Not only does he handle most everything so that I can focus on my career, he is the reason I know how to write about love and why I know men have a soft, sweet, kind side. He is why I know men can be so forgiving and patient.

There are three other people in our household who show patience and love daily—my children. It’s hard to have a mom who works in the home. It takes a lot of understanding and respect, and my children have become pros. Thank you, babies.

Thank you to two readers who have become like sisters—Deanna and Selena. You were the first to travel more than an hour to one of my early signings, and it was before anyone knew who I was! I’m so glad that we’ve become so close, and I cherish our friendship. I love you both.

Danielle, Jessica, and Kelli—Your support has been invaluable. I can’t thank you enough for what you do. Not only do you rally the troops on your own time, but you also expect nothing in return. I cherish our friendship as much as I appreciate your dedication.