As he wrapped her in white terrycloth, Kyle eyed his lingering hardness. “Again?”
Cole turned his bride to hug her from behind, nuzzling her neck. “I’ll have you in my bed next,” he said. “I’m going to make love to you so thoroughly that, tomorrow? You’ll walk like John Wayne.”
Her laughter sounded so free.
Eve had wet cheeks when she finally answered a completely unaware Beckett. “It was amazing. It was everything I’ll never have.” She leaned down and pressed her lips to his hair. “Loving you is more of a curse than anything else.
Debra AnastasiaI never want to disappoint you, Livia.” Blake sounded stronger now, determined, but still anxious.
“That’s not possible. Ever.
As they left, Eve watched him slide the coffee sleeve off the drink and put it in his pocket.
After they’d walked a few blocks, she questioned him. “Why’d you keep the sleeve?”
Blake pulled out the cardboard and looked down at it. “Just to remember I could do it.”
Eve grabbed it from him quickly, ripped it in half, and threw it in a trashcan on the sidewalk. Blake held his hands up and gave her a What the hell? look.
“Don’t tie your success to anything other than what’s inside you.” She stepped up to him and gently patted his heart. “You did this, Blake. You. Not the coffee, not me, not Livia. You did this.
And that ring deserves another sixty years and more of love on it,” she said, gesturing toward the drawer. “I’d never say this out loud to anyone, but I guess we’re getting all touchy-feely: Livia? She’s the bravest chick I’ve ever met. Let her have it, Blake. Let her have what I never did.
Debra AnastasiaBeckett’s gruff voice moved her veil as he spoke, “Happy wedding, Whitebread. But please, don’t worry about this.
Debra AnastasiaMrs. D hugged Cole’s middle, hard, and the music cut out just in time for her compliment to carry across the room. “I knew you would be a magnificent man.
Debra AnastasiaBlake and Livia were next to exit. He took the steps before she could and turned to offer her his hand, like a knight escorting his queen. Livia took Blake’s hand and hugged his offered arm. Bea’s photographer-nephew’s flash blinded them as it captured their moment for all time.
Debra AnastasiaBlake lifted a plastic champagne flute filled with bubbling apple cider. “To Beckett—we wouldn’t be here without him.”
“To Beckett,” the others agreed.
I see your young man has accompanied you today.” Bea accepted Livia’s hug with a gentle pat.
“He has. I’m so glad he gets to meet you.” Livia held Bea’s soft, delicate hand.
“I’ve noticed he always has his body angled toward yours,” Bea reported seriously. “It’s a good sign, my dear. I do believe you’ve found yourself a winner.” She smiled.
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