Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Epilogue
- About the Author
Eli led him from the room with his hands on Scotty’s shoulders. “We’ll talk about that later.”
Moaning, Sam dropped her head into her hands.
“I’ve never laughed so hard in my life,” Lindsey said. “I’m weak.”
“They gave me a pot belly!” Terry said. “I don’t have a pot belly!”
“It’s okay, honey.” Lindsey patted her fiancé’s flat abdomen. “I’ll still love you if you get a pot belly.”
Sam’s phone rang with a call from Freddie. “What?”
He and Elin were laughing so hard, they couldn’t speak.
Sam slapped the phone closed. “I hate everyone.”
“Even me?” Nick asked.
“Especially you!”
Their phones were blowing up with texts from family and friends full of laughing emojis.
“I can’t,” Sam said. “I’m going to bed.”
“I’ll go with you,” Nick said.
“You’re not invited.”
“Now, babe, none of this was my doing.”
“All of it was! You’re the one who’s the goddamned president around here.”
They left their friends laughing as they went into their room and closed the door.
“I hate your guts to hell and back,” Sam said.
Laughing, he put his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. “No, you don’t.”
“Right now, I do, and I expect that to last a week or two as everyone I know mocks me.”
“They wish they were us.” He turned her to face him, lifting her chin to accept a soft, sweet kiss that made her knees weak even when she was mad with him. “We’re the luckiest people in the whole world because we have each other.” He kissed from her lips to her neck. “Wanna hump?”
Sam couldn’t help the snort of laughter that burst from her.
“There we go. We have to laugh at these things, babe. Remember what I always tell you—they can’t touch us unless we let them.”
“It’s mortifying.”
“But funny. And PS, I’d never let the North Koreans bomb Alaska while I humped you.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Are you ready to forgive me?” he asked, continuing to kiss her neck as he moved his hands over her back and down to squeeze her ass.
“I need more convincing.”
His hands wandered under her top and up to cup her breasts. “I’m very good at convincing you.”
“You never have to try very hard.”
“And thank goodness for that.” With practiced ease, he had her clothes off in a matter of seconds. As he backed her up to the bed, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. “I’ve been dying for this for days. If that phone rings right now, I’m gonna let North Korea bomb Alaska.”
Sam looped her arms around his neck and pressed her pelvis against his erection. “No, you won’t.”
“I really would.”