Page 113 of Hate To Love You


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“Dearly beloved…” the officiant begins the ceremony.

My heart takes flight while Jett and I look into each other’s eyes. The sun dips down the vivid, cloudless sky toward the horizon as we commit our lives together. Then Jett slips a wedding band on my finger, and I slide one on his. We seal our bond with a lingering kiss.

Finally, we’re man and wife.

“Are you happy, Mrs. Dean?” my husband asks as we make our way down the aisle, toward our reception. He’s all smiles.

If he’s happy now, just wait. I’m going to give him the best wedding present ever.

I send him a glance so full of love and joy. I never imagined my life could be so sweet. “I am. How about you…Daddy?”

As we reach the threshold to the inn, he stops in his tracks and searches my face. “Are you saying…”

“I’m pregnant. I found out this morning.”

He embraces me with a hearty laugh. “Well, that’s one thing I can cross off my honeymoon honey-do list.”

“You were making it your mission to knock me up?”

“Hell yeah.” He kisses me. “I’ve missed out on eight years of being with you. I need to accelerate the timetable to start this family. Besides, you’re going to be hot all round and pregnant.”

I beam a smile at him. “You always seem to think I’m hot.”

“Because you are. But it’s more. You’re smart. You’re funny and understanding. And you’re my other half. I love you, princess.”

“If you had told me that afternoon you summoned me to the hotel bar that we’d wind up deliriously in love, married, and pregnant within a month, I would have called you crazy.”

“I’m sure. But I arranged everything because I hoped all those things would happen.” He swallows. “I would have done anything to be with you.”

“I know.” I cup his beloved face. “So instead of calling you my enemy that day, I guess I should have called you a genius.”

“Oh, I like that,” he kids. “A visionary genius, even. Maybe add brilliant to that, too.”

I laugh. “Now you’re laying it on thick. I don’t need to inflate your ego any more.”

He leans in for a long, slow kiss. “It’s not my ego you’re inflating, wife.”

When he rocks into me, I giggle. “I can tell.”

My husband takes my hand and leads me inside, facing me in all sincerity. “Can I do anything to make you happier? Nothing is more important to me.”

When Jett looks at me like he could blissfully stare at me forever as he brushes a gentle thumb over my lower lip, I melt. “Why?”

“You’ve made me ecstatic every day since you came back into my life. I’m going to make you happy for the next seventy years.”

“That’s a deal I can get behind. I love you, too.”

Then we seal our forever with a kiss.

Hungry for another sexy, tempting Forbidden Confession?

Meet brash, dangerous Rand Garrison, personal protection specialist. He should never fall for his off-limits client. But when the bullets go flying, he can’t stop himself from falling for sweetly sexy pop-star princess, Sophie.

SEDUCED BY THE BODYGUARD

Forbidden Confessions: Protectors, Book 1

by Shayla Black

(available in eBook, print, and audio)

What will he demand in exchange for keeping her safe?

I’m Sophie, pop-star princess.

My career is on a superstar trajectory.

Until the bullets start flying.

The bodyguard I hired to protect me drags me to safety.

But now I’m trapped alone with a man I barely know.

One who lights my body on fire.

But someone wants me dead.

Rand can save me from evil.

But his protection comes at a price…

EXCERPT

“Run!” I pick up speed and yank on her wrist.

She stumbles in those ridiculous shoes. “Wait!”

No time for that. I wrap my arm around her waist, lift her against my side, and haul ass for safety. Another bullet whizzes by, where Sophie stood just moments ago.

Then we’re around the corner. We’re safe—for now. We can’t stay long, but we can regroup and strategize for a minute or two. Hopefully, it’s enough.

I press my back to the wall, panting, and lower her to her feet in front of me before flipping our positions and blocking her from any other possible threat.

“You okay?”

More screaming fills the streets. Sirens roar close to the scene. She presses a hand to her chest, struggling to catch her breath. “I-I’m not hurt.”

She doesn’t try to claim that she isn’t terrified out of her mind. I know she is.

“Are you familiar with this area?”

“Not really. I’m from DFW, but never spent much time in Arlington.”

Damn. I’m not familiar with this chunk of the city, either.

We’ve got to get out of this alley—and this fucking vicinity—fast. Then we need a safe location without anyone knowing where Sophie is hiding. Only then can I figure out who wants her dead and why.

I scan our surroundings and come up with an idea. “Take off your dress.”

“What?” There’s a whole lot of hell no crossing her face.

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