Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(39)

My lips twitched. “As was Vince’s father.”





Isaac

I stood at the edge of the clock tower and held the most precious gift life could have given me in my arms. Her blonde hair whipped in the wind, obscuring my vision of her face, but I knew she was smiling. My lips brushed her left temple as I took in her heady scent. I hummed softly into her ear, “We’re going to be late, Little One.”

“Just a few more minutes,” Kennedy whispered in awe. “It’s even more beautiful up here during the day than at night.”

I tucked her in close to my body as a strong wind rippled her pink gown. “Don’t slip.”

She chuckled, pressing her head back against my chest. “Would you catch me?”

“Of course. But then we would have to go home since I would be naked.”

“We would really be late then.”

“Agreed.” I kissed her temple again, unable to get enough of this human. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Gargoyle.” Her blue eyes flicked up to mine, shining in the sunlight. “Can we come back here tonight after the wedding?”

I lifted a black brow. “Jackie won’t like you missing her reception afterward.”

Her grin was pure mischief. “We’ll sneak out.”

I tipped my head back and laughed. “You are a wicked human. It’s not every day your best friend gets married.”

My human waved an absent hand, her voice whisper soft. “Either way, we’ll be together.”

“Yes.” Another brush of my lips against her skin. I was damn greedy for her. “We will.”



Kennedy

I swayed to the music with the love of my life. Pure happiness kept a perpetual smile on my face. I leaned my head against my man’s hard pecs, and whispered, “How much longer do you think we should stay?”

Isaac chuckled quietly. “At least ten more minutes. She’s getting ready to cut the cake.”

My stomach growled. “Okay, we can stay for that.”

“I thought you might agree.” His fingers spread wide against my back, his hips swaying with mine to the gentle beat. “Your stomach has been talking to you for the last half hour. You should probably feed it.”

I shrugged a shoulder. “I want to dance with you.”

“And I’ll dance with you all night long.” His voice was a sensual purr. “I like the way you move.”

I grinned up at him, staring into his green eyes. “We can have cake anytime.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him behind me, laughing as I glanced over my shoulder. “I want to dance on top of the clock tower.”

His grin was sinful. “You were made for me.”

“Right back at you, Gargoyle.”

Woodland Creek was a beautiful town.