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She agreed, but there'd been no movement on that front. She was with Ford, she'd be here for him, but she wanted him to be hers, lock, stock, and barrel. Without him chained to another woman, even if it was on paper only.
"What?" He snapped into the phone.
Staring at the ceiling, she mused over whether she'd give him privacy to talk to her or stay and listen. Usually, when she pulled away, he grabbed her and pulled her closer. But, she had things to do to get ready. She was making apple pies today and a lot of them. The Montgomery family ate them as if they'd be their last.
Ford sat bolt upright which halted her leaving. Sitting alongside him, she willed her heart to slow its rapid beating. Hopefully, nothing had happened to Falcon. She'd just spoken to him on the phone last night. The three of them now had weekly Skype calls, and she enjoyed getting to know him a bit better. He'd be home in four months.
"You better not be shitting me, Tamra. I've had enough."
His eyes sought hers, his brows raised high into his hairline. "Okay."
Ending the call, he tossed it to the foot of the bed and claimed her lips, his kiss urgent and gentle at the same time. Not sure how to feel about him getting hot and bothered after speaking with his wife on the phone, she tried enjoying his mouth against hers, but it wasn't working this morning.
He pulled back and stared into her eyes, his still the color of ebony. "I'm getting a divorce."
The slow smile that spread his kiss swollen lips was mesmerizing. "What?"
He kissed her again, then leaned back, his hand resting just below her breasts, close to her heart. "Stephano threatened to cut her off if she didn't sign the papers. He's had enough too. That was the trick apparently. She wants a fast divorce, so she and Stephano can marry. She signed the papers last night, and Stephano has already dropped them off at her lawyer's office."
Her hands framed his handsome face, his coal black hair striped with silver threads still sleep mussed but so damned handsome. Tears filled her eyes and his visage blurred. "Really? I mean, really?"
His lips sought hers gently, and she eagerly kissed him back. Her body already eager to join with his. "Yes. Really." As he rose over her, settling between her legs, she let the tears spill. Life was finally going to be good to them both. She just had one more secret to share with him.
Chapter42
"Here they are, all signed. You simply have to wait sixty days, per the state of Indiana, and the court will finalize your divorce." Emmy beamed as she delivered the news and the signed papers. "I took the liberty of walking down the hall to Jason's office to make sure he’d gotten a copy. He had a courier run to Tamra's lawyer’s office to pick them up."
Hugging his sister, he whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Em."
Her arms squeezed his waist. She'd always had his back, even as kids, but she'd gone above and beyond as they'd grown to adulthood. He regretted saddling this family with Tamra. He didn't regret Falcon, but he regretted everything else they'd all been through because of him and his decisions.
She pulled back and stared him in the eye. "You're welcome. You can thank me by making that beautiful woman over there your wife. She's perfect."
"You have no idea." He chuckled and was pleased to see how fond his sister was of Megan. They watched as Megan carried two more pies from the house and out to the picnic tables they'd set up to hold the whole family, all except Falcon, who they'd join in on a group call in an hour. His family clapped as she set the pies down and she laughed and jumped back when they descended on them like locusts. "Don't you ever feed your family?" he teased.
"That's not all mine. Dawson and the kids are jumping in there, too."
"She makes pies like Mom, have you noticed?"
"I have." She chuckled then her voice softened. "I see she's trying her hand at painting like mom too. I saw the picture on the barn boards in the kitchen."
Swallowing the lump in his throat and blinking to keep the tears in check, all he could say was, "Yeah."
Dillon's truck finally appeared in the driveway. He'd had soccer practice today and pulled in just in time for dessert.
"Okay, we're all here, I have an announcement to make," he said to Emmy.
Walking to Megan, she turned and smiled, her face a beacon to his ship. The sun glinted off her auburn mane of wild curls, her green eyes rivaled the grass on the lawn. She wore wild colored leggings of black with bright blues, greens and yellow flowers covering them. She'd been wearing the leggings lately, telling him they felt like she was encased in soft butter. The bright blue, loose fitting T-shirt she wore tied in a cute little knot on the side by her hip.
He bent and kissed her lips, then cleared his throat and looked at his family sitting at the two picnic tables pulled together and covered in red and white checked cloths.
"I'd like to say something." They stopped their ravenous eating, a few grumbling in the process, but looked at him as he stared back. "You all have been with me through thick and thin, and I'd like to thank you so much for being here for me. I only hope to be as good to you as you've been to me. Especially you, Emmy; you've been my rock."
Emmy raised her glass to him and winked. "You've been there for us too, Ford. You have no idea how much."
Swallowing the dry lump that appeared, he cleared his throat. "Anyway, I'm glad you're all here because I've waited what feels like a lifetime to say this."
He turned to Megan and was rewarded with a smile that took his breath away. He dropped to one knee and heard several gasps, then silence. Pulling a small box from his pocket, he lifted the lid and turned it toward her. "Megan, will you marry me?"
