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As we separate I rest my forehead to hers and we both take a slow deep breath. Our lives start now and I’m overjoyed at where it may lead us.
I hold her hand in mine as we turn around. I find my mother in the crowd, her hand over her mouth, her eyes filled with tears as she holds on to my father’s arm and leans in to him. My dad grins proudly and Mike sits at his side, his arms crossed over his chest but the smile he wears tells me all I need to know. He’s proud too, and though I never tell him this he is my idol and I’ve always looked up to my big brother. He’s not only a hero, he’smyhero.
bonus scene
Julian
I gather my bags, and push the cart into the return bay. Stepping out of the way to allow an older couple to pass by and I offer them a smile. So focused on them I don’t give much attention to my surroundings and I turn to leave colliding with someone in the process. The groceries fall to the ground, my blueberries lid pops open and roll all over the pavement.
“Damnit,” a deep rough voice grumbles.
Suddenly someone kneels before me and starts gathering my scattered fruit. Light brown rustled hair, the perfect length to run your fingers through.
“I’m so sorry,” the man says turning to look up at me, and I feel like the air has been knocked from my lungs.
Baby blue eyes peer up at me, and the most attractive smile I’ve ever seen.
“It’s okay,” I force the words out and he starts to shake his head.
“It’s not,” the man stands and holds out the container of blueberries. “It’s my fault,” the corner of his mouth lifts up into that dazzling smile once more, and my stomach grows tight. “I should have been watching where I was going.”
“But if you were, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” I shrug feeling a little brave and wondering if I’d read the signs wrong.
“We’d be having it,” he steps aside for another customer to pass by and only brings himself closer to me. “We’d just be without all your groceries on the ground at our feet.”
I love his southern drawl, the cowboy boots on his feet and the big, big, buckleat his waist. Suddenly I feel heat rise in my chest and neck. My ears are getting hotter and my mouth is getting dry.
“Matt,” the gorgeous cowboy holds out his hand and I place mine in his. The rough callous feel sends thrills through me from head to toe.
“Julian,” I force the words, trying not to look like a fool as I drool. The man is a dream, a strong handshake and muscles that bulge beneath his flannel. And those thighs, I fight the urge to fan my face.
“Julian,” He repeats, and I swoon from the way my name sounds on his lips. “What do you say you let me buy you dinner to make up for colliding with you?”
“Dinner sounds nice,” I waste no time accepting.
Matt, my own personal cowboy... and all I can think is Santa was listening this year. He was just a few weeks late on the delivery.
