Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
An exorcism at her wedding would be something to talk about forever. She had to laugh. “I invited her because I knew she would be in town and we’re friendly. The drama is merely a nice side effect.”
The last year of her life had been nicely drama free. Oh, not outside of her relationship. Her family and friends were stock full of spectacularly juicy drama. The spy kids delivered on that. And her friends and family didn’t disappoint either, but her own life had become a well of peace.
Jensen had transformed into a man she could count on. He’d put in all the effort since that day when he left her. He was an excellent partner. He worked with her and Ruby part time. Sometimes he simply answered the phones and made sure their books were properly kept. Sometimes he went undercover with her. He was good in the field, and she liked having him watch her back. He was pretty uncomfortable flirting for information though. He usually ended up explaining that he had a girlfriend. Jensen helped at the gym, too. He’d recently enrolled in community college and was planning to study business. He went to therapy twice a week without fail.
That first lunch had become a series of them. A month of lunches and Saturdays playing together led to dinners and dates, and after six months they’d all moved into her condo together. They were happy there for now, but someday they would look for a house.
Their relationship was as adrenaline free as it could be, and it worked. They’d taken the incendiary fire that burned between them and now it was a well-tended hearth that would keep them warm for the rest of their lives.
Through it all Niall had been their quiet strength.
She had no idea what she would do without those men.
Ruby laughed and moved to pour herself a glass of champagne. “Then I will cease playing peacekeeper. Besides, Kala won’t disrupt the ceremony. Any shit she pulls will be at the reception, and we’re all hoping for some crazy shit. That open bar is going to lead to some poor choices, bestie.”
“Yeah, but sometimes poor choices lead to something great.” Harlow wouldn’t take back any of her poor choices. They led her to the exact right place.
“I hope so,” Ruby said quietly and took a drink.
“I’m happy with all my bad choices,” Gigi countered with a grin. And then winced. “Oh, but you should know that Daisy Carter might have accidently knocked over one of the pillar candles when she tripped on… I mean I think it was air, but it might have been thick air.”
Harlow felt her jaw drop. “What?”
Gigi put up her hands, waving off the danger. “It was a very small fire. Her husband apparently cased the place and knew where the fire extinguisher was. He was good at that. Like he’s had to do that before.”
Harlow could only imagine the heroics Nate Carter performed to save his wife from herself.
Damn, but she was happy for them. She was happy for everyone.
There was a knock on the door and then her dads were there. They looked absolutely dapper in their matching tuxedoes, but she could still tell them apart.
Even when they both got teary.
“Papa,” she said, moving to him and giving him a hug. “You look amazing.”
“Not as amazing as you, sweetheart,” he whispered.
She turned to her dad, giving him a vibrant smile. “Only three sniper positions.”
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “I appreciate that, baby girl. You should know I might have paid Taggart to put a guard on each of them. Though he’s already hit me with three lasers, and I’m pretty sure he brought water guns for the reception. I love that asshole. Keeps things fun.”
It was good to know everyone was going to enjoy her wedding.
She was going to enjoy her marriage. For the rest of her life.
“It’s time,” her mom said from the doorway.
Greer stepped up and kissed her on the cheek. “See you when you’re Mrs. Wiley-Jensen.”
Her dad frowned. “I think they should be Dawsons.”
They were actually talking about it. She didn’t want to hyphenate her name, and she kind of was attached to Dawson. Her Uncle Lucas had given up his last name and changed it to O’Malley to match his partners. “We’ll see about it. Hey, I’m just lucky I found the nicest most tolerant pastor in the world.”
She was sure her parents’ generous donation had a little to do with it, but she was getting the wedding she’d never even thought to dream of.
She followed them out of the bridal suite into the atrium. There was only the slightest hint of smoke left, and someone had reset those candles.
There was nothing so broken it couldn’t be salvaged in some way. Sometimes in truly spectacular ways.