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“Well, the fans want to know when you’re going to pop the question. Do you have an answer for them? Will it be soon?”
I almost laugh at the timing of the question. It’s like the universe was listening to my pleas just minutes prior.
Brody doesn’t have a chance to reach for the same prepared answer to the question before I’m tilting my head back to meet his eyes and saying, “Hopefully soon. I can’t wait until I get to be Brody’s wife.”
Jess squeals into her microphone, but once my man takes my face in his hands and lays a deep, possessive kiss on my lips, I forget all about her presence.
I think it’s safe to say that he’s just as excited to be my husband as I am to be his wife.
We’ve only just made it back into the limo when Brody’s cell phone starts blaring in his pocket. All of the important people in his life know that tonight is a big one for him and that he probably won’t be around to answer calls, so I’m instantly on alert.
Sharing my worry, Brody takes a look at the caller and picks it up, growing tense.
“Reggie?”
The buzz of watching him win his first-ever award threatens to dissipate, but I refuse to allow it to. It doesn’t matter what’s happening on the other side of the call. Not after a night like tonight.
“Fuck. Yeah, I can talk to my grandpa, but I can’t promise anythin’. He doesn’t like strangers on his land . . . You’re right, he’s worse than a stranger. He’s made himself an enemy . . . Yeah. Yeah, I will. The guest house is empty. He could stay there, but again, I can’t promise you anythin’ yet. I’ll do what I can.”
My stomach tumbles when Brody meets my stare and I see the discomfort sparking in his eyes.
“Yeah, thanks. We made an amazin’ album, Reg. This award is just as much yours as it is mine . . . I’ll call you tomorrow and do everythin’ I can for you here. Garrison doesn’t deserve this sorta support from you, but I get it. He’s family. I’ll do what I can . . . Yeah, good night.”
The second he ends the call, the question is tumbling from my lips. “What did Garrison do?”
Brody strokes a hand over his jaw and pulls me onto his lap, my legs falling over his, the material of my dress being pulled as taut as possible. I steady myself with my hands on his strong, muscled chest.
“Somethin’ bad enough that his father called and begged for him to stay at the ranch for a while.”
“That’s what you have to ask Wade about,” I note, nodding slightly as I recall his words to Reggie.
“I knew it was only a matter of time before karma caught up to him.”
“Wade won’t like it.”
Brody leans forward, resting his forehead on my collarbone. His heavy exhale says enough without the words that follow.
“No. No he’s not. None of us are. But I don’t think we have much of a choice. Garrison Beckett isn’t fit for Cherry Peak, but it might be the only place that can straighten him out.”
THE END.
