“Always possessive, always obsessive.”
My hips pressed into her, she gasped. “Mine.”
“Mm, I think we have already established that. Now,” she hummed before tilting her hips up, “would you be so kind as to prove that I’m yours?”
That cheekiness was just the cherry on top. She surrounded me with forgiveness and acceptance of the monster that lived inside. She never backed down or walked away. My saving grace.
Chapter 38
Amelia
“Iknew it was a matter of time before you finally said yes.” Melody hugged me tight like she hadn't seen me in ages. Although we pretty much talked every day, promising that I would see her when my life wasn’t taking all my energy or a man that won’t let me out of bed.
“That man has been smitten with you since the day at the hospital. I saw it,” Sadie, Melody’s friend and quickly became one of mine, said. A tall, beautiful woman that could bring any man to his knees but she wasn’t one to settle down. She was a free spirit, something I was a little envious about.
I took a sip of my ginger ale, but having Mexican food the night before a family barbecue wasn’t the best idea. And I felt like my period was coming on, you know the moment when your boobs hurt and not from the nipple clamps that Shooter kept in his room. “You couldn’t have known. Not everything in romance is like the books where it’s happily ever after.”
“And yet I bet you’re getting that happily ever after every night.” Sadie wiggled her eyebrows.
I snorted. “I mean, I’m not saying no.”
“You both look good happy.” Melody laughed.
“Yeah. I started to feel that.”
“So when’s the wedding,” Sadie joked. But Melody and I both froze. “I’m sorry, did I miss something?” Sadie asked.
I started to fiddle with my necklace, “Um. Well.”
Melody looked at me, flicking her eyes to Sadie. Before I could continue, Melody simplified it for Sadie. “She’s toward the end of a divorce but dipshit won’t sign the papers until his conditions are met.” I was thankful that she didn’t expand on the other horrific aspect of my pending divorce.
“What the hell is that? I’m sorry, he won’t do it because of what? Children? Money?”
“Money.” I said, sorrowful.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Sadie reached and took my hand. “How long?”
“Been trying to divorce him for four and a half years.”
“What. The. Fuck.” Sadie’s exclamation echoed my sentiments exactly.
I waved my hands, trying to get off the subject, knowing that the truth was going to come out more. I was just the one to control every little detail. And the only other person that knew everything was the man across the yard laughing with his brothers trying to steal moments to gawk at me like I hung the moon.
“Listen. Life dealt me a shitty hand, but,” I found Shooter’s eyes, “my luck turned around and if I’m lucky enough to ever have the chance again to say vows again, well it will be my last time. I fell out of love, or what was love long ago and I will never want to go back. I have someone worth taking another chance with.”
Melody sniffed, tears welling up in her eyes. “Damn it. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry at mushy stuff anymore.”
“That’s impossible for you,” Sadie joked. “Don’t let her fool you, she cries at every romance movie we see, even the ones she’s already seen.”
Melody shoved her. “You set me up for failure.”
“Well, since there’s no ring for Mia yet, how about you and Hound Dog?” Sadie pinned the question back to her.
Melody’s cheek flushed. “Time will tell.”
“Melody Rae,” Sadie said sternly.
“The man hasn’t asked yet. I swear it’s like he’s edging me,” Melody growled out.
