Vain (The Seven Deadly, #1)(81)

“Does this change your opinion of me?” I asked.

“Hardly,” he told me, a rogue smile playing on a mischievous face.

We stood there staring at one another.

“My mom told me everything,” he said.

“I’m sorry.”

“No. I’m sorry. For what she said. For what I said. I’m just…sorry.”

“What you did for me in court. That was…incredible. Thank you.”

“I’d have done it again and again if it meant freeing you.”

I smiled. We stood, staring again.

“Who was that guy at the courthouse?” he asked, his fists unwittingly tightening at his sides.

“That was Spencer.”

“Spencer. The Spencer who took you dancing that night?”

“Yes.”

“He’s in love with you, ya’ know.”

“No, I-”

“He is. I could see it,” he coolly replied, inching closer, “but that means nothing.”

“Oh?” I asked, one brow raised in question.

“Yes, because you belong to me, Price.” I opened my mouth to confirm what just that but he cut me off. “And before you argue with me,” he continued, grabbing me quickly and clutching me closely to his chest, sucking the very breath from mine.

He brought both hands up to my neck. I could feel the thumping of his heart against my own. “Would you like to know how I know this?”

I simply nodded, unable to speak.

“This,” he said before slamming his mouth on mine.





EPILOGUE


Ian tumbled atop me on the mattress, languidly kissing my shoulders and collarbone and then, as if he couldn’t wait, his lips trailed up my neck at a furious pace to my mouth . I smiled into his lips.

“It works better when the dress is off,” I teased him.

He sat up before dragging me off the bed and standing me in front of the mirror. “You know, I usually hate weddings but this one...,” he said, trailing off, brushing my hair to the side and over my shoulder.

“It wasn’t so shabby,” I completed the thought. “Plus, Ribbon Caye is beautiful this time of year.”

“Mm, hmm,” a distracted Ian replied, unzipping me from behind. “It was nice of your dad to donate it to Masego.”

“He’s really come around,” I said, thinking on how my father had changed.

He’d donated Ribbon Caye to us and it had become a way to provide a steady source of income as we rented it out regularly. He also agreed to a one-hundred-thousand dollar annual stipend. It allowed us to bring children into a safer environment as well as help us afford twenty-four hour armed guards, something he insisted upon, which surprised us. Within six months, my father had also completely rebuilt Masego. It was the finest home for children we’d ever encountered in Uganda, in Africa, really and could house more than two hundred children at once.

When I’d told my father my plans to move to Uganda permanently, he didn’t fight it as I had anticipated at first. Instead, he said he only had two requests. The first was that I let him support my cause however he saw fit. He had an incessant need for control. But if he was the one being generous, I wasn’t going to begrudge him that. The second was that he and I would start over, that I would help him become a good father because, and I quote, I’d “turned into a magnificent daughter and magnificent daughters deserved good fathers”.

Ian tossed my white silk gown to the side and gazed at my reflection. He ran his hands down my shoulders, sides and rested them on my hips, smiling wickedly.

Suddenly, I was swept up and tossed back onto the bed, making me laugh. My hair fanned around his face. The moment quickly faded from amusement to something urgent.

“I love you, Sophie Aberdeen.”

I kissed his lips softly. “I love you too, other half.”

He smiled at this then rolled us both over once. He reached over and turned up Between Two Points by The Glitch Mob playing on our iPod.

He kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwined and said my name, bringing my ear to his mouth. He bit my earlobe and whispered, “The shortest distance between two points is the line from me to you.”



He was good on his word.





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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Thank you to the editor who tolerates me. Hollie Westring. You’re officially my life twin and it’s a little scary. November 27th will never pass by without my thinking of you. Love you so much for all that you do. Thank you so very much for being so easy, breezy, lemon-squeezey, too.



Leighton. M. Leighton. You’re so shaken, you’re not stirred. Thank you for being so incredible. You’re my thick when I’m running thin. Love you so much.



Court “is in session” Cole. You’re my beacon when I’m floundering inside that preserver and that seems to be too often. If you were a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, you’d be my perpetual rock. I’d win every time. Thank you for everything. Love you so much. P.s. Kiss B for me.



Nichole Chase, Tiffany King, Shelly Crane, I’m in awe of you three. Success comes in some incredible packages and I dig what you’re selling. You guys are always there for me when I need you. Always. You’re my personal baobab trees. Love you so much.