Chapters (42)
- Dedication
- Prologue
- 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 32
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Epilogue One
- Epilogue Two
- This Is Forever
- Tempt The Hookup
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Acknowledgments
“Exactly. I’ll marry him, and he’ll never love me or have sex with me, so in the end, you’ll be winning.”
“What happens if I die?” Matthew says, and I look at him.
“Oh, she’s going to find someone else, and she’ll be fine,” I say, and now Karrie smiles.
“Why do I get stuck with you, and she gets to date?” Matthew asks, putting the plate of bacon down in front of us.
“Matthew, I don’t make the rules,” I tell him. “It’s just the way it’s going to go.”
“Great, so I get to marry you, and then she gets to marry some guy who is going to love her,” Matthew says, glaring and folding his arms over his chest.
“That sounds about right.”
“I’m going to haunt her from the grave,” Matthew threatens.
I look at Karrie. “Don’t worry about that. We are going to sage the house.”
“I’m not having this discussion,” Matthew says and calls the kids.
“There is no discussion really. You get me, and she gets, I don’t know, Chris Hemsworth.”
“He’s married,” Karrie says from beside me.
“Karrie,” Matthew hisses out.
“What? You’re dead. You don’t want me to be alone for the rest of my life, do you?”
“Um, yeah, I see nothing wrong with that. Since you’re leaving me with her.” He points at me.
“Hey, I am good eye candy, but I’ll also need like a hall pass to go and have sex with other people.”
“If you are going to have sex with other people, then so will I,” Matthew says, looking at me.
“Absolutely not. No husband of mine is going to have sex with another woman.”
“Enough,” Karrie says. “No one is dying.” She gets up and walks over to Matthew, but she is walking funny.
“Did he get the wrong hole again?” I snicker into my cup when she turns to glare at me.
“I told her it was a bad idea, but she kept begging for it,” Matthew says, his chest puffing out again. “The cry after? Not so good.”
“You have to relax, Karrie, and just let it happen,” I tell her, and somehow she tries to glare at me again but she’s so out of it she closes her eyes.
“I’m hungry!” Cooper yells as he walks down the stairs, and then the girls come in, and I swear I did not know I owned that much blue eye shadow, but Vivienne is wearing a green and then a blue, and Franny has blue and pink.
“I’ll get the face rags,” Matthew says, kissing Karrie on the head. “You go eat.”