Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Unlikely. Charlie and I were both eight-pound babies.”
“Don’t tell me that!”
I let out a bark of laughter. “Why not? You’re a strong woman. You can handle it.”
“Of course, I can handle it. I’d just like to be able to walk again after childbirth, Jamie.”
“I don’t know. Maybe I want to keep you barefoot and pregnant for the next few years.” I smacked a kiss on her outraged expression. “But not until after I make you my wife.”
“Your wife?” She choked on the words, surprised by them.
“Uh, yeah. That’s how this goes, Madison. We’re together and having a baby. We’re getting married. Sooner rather than later.”
Her eyes looked up at me, expression serious for a long moment before laughter exploded out of her.
“Oh my God! You’re not just a traditionalist. You’re a romantic. How in the hell did I manage to snag a hot as fuck romantic?” She laughed, her brows dipping into a frown. “I love it, really. I just didn’t realize it.”
“I love you, so obviously, I plan to marry you, Maddie.” The words came out with a growl that sent a shiver through her body.
She sat back on her elbows, giving me a gorgeous view of her big tits and hard nipples, her still glistening pussy. “I’ll think about marrying you, Jamie. But since you’re so romantic, I expect a proper proposal. Not necessarily at a fancy restaurant or on the Jumbotron or anything, but a real proposal.”
A real proposal. I’d been trying to figure that out for weeks. What kind of proposal would a woman like Maddie prefer? I knew she wouldn’t want to be put on the spot at some fancy restaurant with people watching her expectantly. A helicopter ride over the city was too much for a simple woman like her and a sporting event was just cheesy and overdone.
“How do you feel about hot air balloons?”
“I’d love to try one, but I might be too freaked out to answer any important questions.”
Her lips twitched and I pressed my mouth to hers, soaking up the soft feel of her lips, deepening the kiss just enough to remind her that she was mine.
I pulled back with a smile and jumped out of bed, racing down the hall where I kept my gun safe and other important things.
“Oh hell, I don’t need to see that.” Molly’s voice sounded behind me, and I looked over my shoulder with a sheepish smile.
“Sorry.”
“You don’t look sorry,” she said with a grin when she spotted the velvet box in my hands.
“I’m not. I’ve been told I have a great ass,” I told her with a wink and slipped back inside the bedroom where Maddie waited, sprawled naked and beautiful on the bed.
“You do have a great ass,” she said with a sigh. “Perfectly pinchable.”
“Be quiet, Maddie.” She gasped and sat up, ready to give me a piece of her mind before she glimpsed the box. “My turn to speak.”
She grinned and made a motion that zipped her lips closed, one brow slightly arched as if to challenge my tone.
I smiled. “Madison, you are not like most girls, and I figured that out the first time I met you and you said exactly what was on your mind. I never thought it was possible to be friends with a beautiful woman, but you were my friend. Hell, you are my best friend. I knew we’d be something special when you reached out to me at the academy, checking in on me, teasing me and of course, sending me donuts.”
Tears formed in her eyes, and she swiped at a couple of eager ones that had already started to fall. “A guys gotta eat,” she said, laughing.
“You took care of me, and I didn’t realize it at the time. I chalked it up to us being friends, but I think I already fell for you back then.”
I smiled and shook my head as those memories came flooding back.
“Those random text messages kept me sane. Your determination to find your sister pushed me to be the best, so I could help people just like you.”
She flashed a deepening smile. “What you’re saying is that I’m like, basically responsible for your career?”
“In a way, yes. You were my support when I didn’t think I needed it. You give it to me straight and tell me when I’m being an ass, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.”
I opened the box and held it out to her, watching her eyes pop at the ring her sister helped me pick out last week.
“Marry me, Madison Blythe. Let’s start our wild and crazy fucking life together. Let’s laugh and fuck and fight until we’re too old to do those things. What do you say?”
She laughed, her hands flying to her mouth. “That’s a mighty fine offer, Jameson. I’ll have to think about—” I fell on top of her, cutting off her jokes.