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He’d never thought he could be so happy.
The music started, the groomsmen and bridesmaids walking down the aisle. There was Quinn walking with Aubry, who looked like she’d rather chew off her own arm than touch him. And Daniel with their other cousin Jamie.
And then the music changed, and there she was. His entire world narrowed down to where Jules stepped out into the aisle, her gaze going directly to him and staying there, her big, beautiful smile striking straight to the heart of him.
Quinn nudged him. “Breathe, man.”
Adam inhaled, not realizing he’d been holding his breath. “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Jules made her way to him, her dress—a princess dress was what she called it—trailing behind her. She looked like something out of a dream, but she could have been wearing a potato sack for all he cared. She handed her bouquet off to Aubry and took his hands. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
The pastor started speaking, but it might as well have been Latin. Nothing else mattered but the woman standing before him and the vows they repeated. Vows promising forever, through thick and thin. Vows making it official—he was hers and she was his. He’d heard of idiots getting cold feet at making a promise like that, but Adam had never been more sure of anything in his life.
“You may kiss the bride.”
He swept her into his arms and dipped her down into a kiss while their family and friends cheered. He set her back on her feet. “Hello, Mrs. Rodriguez-Meyer.”
“Hello, Mr. Meyer.” She grinned. “Shall we do this thing?”
“We shall.” He offered his elbow to her and they walked back down the aisle, husband and wife. From there it was another blur to the limo until the door shut between them and everyone else.
She stretched her feet out. “Whew, that was crazy. Are you going to think less of me if I kick off my heels and take to the dance floor during the reception? These things are killing my feet.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He pulled her into his lap. “I love you so much, it just blows my mind.”
“Good.” She kissed him. “Because I love you more.”
“Bullshit.” He dipped his head and captured her earlobe between his teeth, biting gently. “And you’re going to pay for saying so.”
“Oh, yeah? How do you plan on doing that?”
His hand was already on the back of her dress, seeking out her zipper. “I have a few ideas.”
“Adam! We can’t.”
“Sugar, I already told the driver to take the long way around.”
Her laugh warmed him to the very bottom of his soul. “You dog.”
“You better get used to it.” He slid her dress down, freeing her breasts. “Because you’re not getting rid of me.”
“I love you.” She gasped when he leaned her back, careful of her perfectly done-up hair. “I love you so much.”
“I know, sugar. I love you, too. I’m about to show you just how much.”Foolproof Love #2Dear Reader,
I have a penchant for “unlikeable” heroines. You know the ones—the heroines who make some people crazy while reading, who some readers feel should stop being so difficult and see what an amazing guy the hero is. Aubry falls into this category. She’s snarly and stand-offish and she simply doesn’t have the time or desire to let the hero cozy up to her. The woman is, quite frankly, a bundle of issues. We got to see some of that in Foolproof Love, but getting to really delve into her headspace was a treat for me. She’s a gem, and I hope she wins you over the same way she wins Quinn over.
And Quinn? Well, that man is hotter than he has right to be. He’s got an easy going surface, but beneath that, he’s just as intense as Aubry. They make quite the pair!
KateeTo Hilary, the Jules to my Aubry.Chapter OneA wedding? Might as well be a goddamn funeral for all I’m going to enjoy it.
Quinn Baldwyn grabbed three beers out of his fridge, very carefully not looking at the invitation he’d stuck to the front of it. It was a constant reminder of the sword hanging over his neck—one he couldn’t avoid indefinitely.
His sister’s wedding. He hated running the gauntlet that was his ambitious family during the monthly dinners required to keep them off his back. Having to face the firing squad and all the bells and whistles at this wedding? Even worse. He didn’t have to see the elegant invitation to know that Jenny—and their mother—had pulled out all the stops in the wedding planning or that he’d be expected to put on his monkey suit and play the doting son.
It made him so fucking exhausted just thinking about it.
He’d stopped playing the political games his father demanded of him over a decade ago, and he wasn’t about to be drawn back into that world. Not now. Not ever. He much preferred the quieter life he’d chosen, working on the Rodriguez ranch, leaving the damn oil business to his family. The only reason he hadn’t cut out his old man completely was because of his little sister, Jenny. She lived in that world, and attending the dinners—and the wedding—was a small price to pay to make her happy.
