Ryder - Caveman Insticts Book Three(62)

I nodded and I genuinely felt better. “You were right to be scared of me.” I smirked down at X and right in that moment I knew it would all be okay. I was safe and I didn’t have to worry about leaving the house anymore. I wanted him to know how crazy like my father I was. “Because I killed that man you sent to kill me and I would have done more if I hadn’t been rescued like I told you I would be. I’m glad they got you though, because now I don’t have to come after you myself, and I can sleep like a baby knowing your filth will be erased from this earth.”

With that, I turned my back on X, reached up and pulled Ryder down and kissed him. My kiss was a thank you. Thank you for being patient with me the last couple of weeks. Thank you for supporting my dad and doing this, which I was sure went against his instincts as a cop. Thank you for just being Ryder. Easing away I smiled up at him. “I’ll see you at home. I’ll book dinner at a restaurant for tonight?”

Ryder beamed down at me and I didn’t even notice the splatters of blood. All I saw was the love that shone in his eyes and the look of pride. “You amaze me. You’re perfect. Book whatever you want, vixen.’

Giving him a hug, I squeezed tight before I went over to my dad and wrapped my arms around him. “Thanks.”

I didn’t need to say more. My dad knew how much this meant me. I could tell by the way he squeezed me back and whispered, “Anything for you, kiddo. Love you.” My dad wasn’t one for mushy stuff as he called it, but this melted my heart.

“Love you too.” I let him go and walk to the doors and out into the sunshine and didn’t shake or break a sweat.





It was official. We were having a Christmas wedding. On the twenty-second of December, I was marrying my soulmate at some vineyard a couple hours from Brisbane. We were going to spend Christmas in New York and then travel around America for a couple of weeks. Divinity was so excited and had everything planned. I was glad I had enough money not to worry about everything she intended for us to do.

Since X wasn’t a problem anymore, Divinity was never home. Teddy went almost everywhere with her, though. He was supposed to be with us now, but I had put my foot down. The damn dog wasn’t coming with us to taste test our wedding cake. Animals weren’t allowed in most shops and malls, but Divinity got away with it, or more like Teddy did. Everyone just fell in love as soon as they saw him. No one complained and nothing was ever said.

We sat in the cake shop with six slices of cake for us to try and then choose. There had been more, I’d been informed, and this was what Divinity, along with my mother and aunts, had decided were the best for us to decide from.

“I’m surprised I’m even getting a say in what cake we have.” I hadn’t chosen anything for our wedding yet. The only thing I’d had any say in was that we would get married soon, before the New Year, and that I wanted Divinity to have her dream wedding. “And aren’t we choosing cake a little late? We get married in a month.”

“Yes, it’s late.” Her cheeks flushed and she bit her lower lip. “I name dropped,” she mumbled. “And they’d do just about anything to have your business.” She sighed. “Plus, Aunt Gillian was with us the first time.”

I burst out laughing. Oh, I knew with Aunt Gillian no one would deny Divinity, but she hated how big my name was and didn’t like name dropping, so for Divinity to drop Silverman to get what she wanted was hilarious. “Aren’t wedding cakes supposed to be fruit cake or something like that?”

“Blah, yuck. Yes, and that part of the cake is supposed to be frozen and eaten on our one-year anniversary, but I hate food with fruit in it. I love fruit on its own, but not in bread or cake, that’s just yuck. That’s why we have chocolate cake, caramel, strawberry, vanilla, mud and cheesecake in front of us to try. I don’t really like fondant either. Icing, yes. I’ve spoken to the florist and she’s doing me something for the cake. I want gold ribbons on each base of the six layers. But I want real flowers on the top. Simple cake but stylish.

I liked her idea and I looked forward to seeing the result. “Are we having the same cake on all six layers?”

“I was thinking different. What do you think?”

“If it’s six layers, why don’t we just have one of each of these?” I shoved some of the mud cake, and then cheesecake, into my mouth. “Mmm, these are so good, vixen.”

I was surprised when Divinity leaned in and licked the corner of my mouth before licking my lips. “Mmm, definitely the mud cake on the base, and then the cheesecake.”