“Goddammit, Tessa,” Kaden yells through the line, and I can’t help but laugh because this…
This is my life.
This is my wife.
And I can’t imagine anything better.
epilogue
TEN AND A HALF MONTHS LATER..
TESSA
“Good morning, sweetness.” Dean’s beard tickles my bare shoulder as he nuzzles close and places a line of kisses along the curve of my neck.
“Mmm, good morning to you.” I’ve spent almost a year waking up with him like this, and I swear it gets better every day. “Quite a storm we had last night, huh?”
“Storm?”
I laugh as I turn in his arms and feather my fingers into his sleep-mussed hair. “I thought a few of those wind gusts were going to take the roof off.”
“Never heard a peep.”
“That’s good. You’re going to need to be well-rested for today.”
He frowns as he slips a hand beneath the hem of my shirt. “What’s today?”
“You don’t remember?” We talked about it a few weeks ago, but I haven’t brought it up since. Mostly because I’ve been working on a surprise for him.
He mulls it over for a moment before his eyes go wide. “Our anniversary?”
“Yep. One year ago, we woke up in Vegas as Mr. and Mrs. Langston. Hard to believe we’ve come so far.”
“That’s for sure.” He brushes his lips across mine. “Look over at the dresser, babe.”
“Hmm?”
“The dresser. Go on and look.”
I lean up on an elbow to see behind him and gasp. “You did remember!” The enormous vase full of crimson roses confirms it.
“Of course I did. Was the best day of my life. Other than the day we renewed our vows in front of our family and friends.” He lifts my hand and thumbs my ring. “Still can’t believe you chose me.”
“I’ve told you before, boss man—it’s the Wranglers.” And his heart. And the way he loves me and protects me. And, of course, the way he makes my body sing.
“Holden said something about a meeting in town this morning. Not sure what it’s about, but he asked me to go and said I should dress nice, too. You’re not planning some kind of surprise anniversary brunch, are you?”
“Sorry, but no. My plans for today revolve around making love to you as often as possible, driving to Billings to get Chinese for dinner, and then pulling onto a side road to make out just because we can.”
“Hot damn. I like the way you think. Should we get started right now?”
“Hello. I didn’t shimmy out of my panties before you woke up for nothing.”
With one quick movement, he rolls us both over, fists my hair, and slams inside.
By the time we’re both sated and smiling—twenty-fives minutes and two orgasms later—it’s almost time for that meeting with Holden.
The meeting I know nothing—wink, wink—about.
