“What you want, you get.” He bit down lightly on my jaw.
I shivered. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
Six months later we were married on a tropical island in the middle of the Caribbean.
All of our family and friends came.
My dad, however, didn’t.
I was walked down the aisle by Vito.
Grace, Cody, and Birdee gave me away.
And Romeo and I lived happily ever after.
Epilogue
And then one day we decided that we were tired of sleeping in and having a clean house, so we had kids.
—Mable’s secret thoughts
Romeo
“Oh, Romeo? Where art thou, Romeo?”
I rolled my eyes and called, “In the laundry room, folding sheets.”
My little hell-raiser appeared with her namesake in her arms, staring at me with an expression that had me halting in my folding of the kids’ sheets.
“What is it?”
She held out the child in her hands, and I hesitantly took her.
“Now, tell him what you said, Louisa,” Mable ordered.
Louisa, named after her grandmother, batted those big baby blue eyes at me, so much like her mother’s.
“Now, Louisa,” Mable ordered sternly.
Louisa turned down her lip. “Is wanted a kiss.”
Louisa was three, going on thirty-eight.
She had a mind of her own, and that mind was terroristic at times.
“You wanted a kiss from whom?” I asked carefully.
“That’d be me.”
I looked up, surprised to hear my sister’s voice.
A grin bloomed on my face, and I tossed the sheet to the top of the dryer and launched myself forward, gathering Dru up into my arms. “What the heck are you doing here? In the middle of winter?”
My sister came to visit all the time, but after her first initial visit to meet Mable, she hadn’t been all that interested in doing the winter thing again.
“Your daughter called her,” Apollo drawled. “Apparently, she wanted a kiss. And only the in-person kind would do.”
