"Suggesting the list that brought us together. Which reminds me … " He dropped her hands and pulled a folded yellow note from his pocket. A Post-it note.
"It's not," she breathed. She'd never seen it. Had begun to question if it existed outside of her imagination.
"It is." He offered, the note held between two outstretched fingers.
She carefully unfolded the paper, revealing a list written in Landon's neat, block handwriting. Her eyes flitted over the words, a smile finding her face. The balcony. The desk. The shower. Then she gasped as she noticed a new number-an eleven, written with a different colored pen.
"The Louvre?" She blinked. Yep, that's what it said.
"Surprise."
No. He couldn't mean … "But we don't have time for a honeymoon," she murmured. "The new store just opened. And Caleb is so young … "
"Ginny can handle the store. And Angel's already begged to take Caleb. If you aren't comfortable leaving him, he can come along. He might make sneaking sex in the Louvre more complicated, but-"
She threw her arms around his neck and crushed her dress into his chest. She didn't care. It was worth it. He was worth it. "A honeymoon in Paris," she said, hardly able to believe her good fortune.
Landon huffed a laugh into her ear, straightening her veil as she lowered to her heels. "I'm glad you like my surprise."
"I love it."
"I love you."
She'd never tire of hearing him say it. Never. "I love you. But the Louvre?" She made a face.
"It's a big museum," he said with a rogue lift of one brow. Before his lips caught hers, Angel burst into the room.
"Oh my lord! They're making out!"
Gloria was next. "Don't either of you have any respect for tradition?"
"Don't either of you have any respect for privacy?" Landon asked, his tone bland but teasing.
"It's time." Landon's dad, Mike, poked his head in the room.
Angel's expression morphed into one of comical panic. "Did you ever find your something blue?"
Kimber fisted the folded note in her hand. Plenty of blue ink on this sheet of paper. "I have it." She and Landon shared a secret smile.
Mike and Landon hustled to the front of the church as the music started playing. Angel darted out the door, gesturing to Lyon, who sneaked a wave to Kimber before preceding Angel down the aisle.
Glo positioned herself in front of Kimber, peeking over her shoulder before she went, "What is your something blue, anyway?"
Kimber had tucked the Post-it into her bouquet. "A love letter from Landon," she said. That's what the note was. A list of all the ways he'd sworn to cherish, adore, and love her. And it had brought about the most amazing gift of all. Caleb Henry Downey.
At the front of the church, Kimber released her father's arm and took Landon's. Her future husband smiled down at her, sending her a wink as the preacher started to speak.
During the ceremony, Landon's eyes locked onto the note nestled between the bouquet of carnival roses, and she watched as he bit back a smile.
They were announced husband and wife, and when Landon kissed her, Kimber sank into the warmth of his mouth, realizing in the midst of applause and cheers that their happily ever after may never have begun if she hadn't suggested the list. A list starting with one and, as long as she had anything to say about it, not ending any time soon.
About the Author
Jessica Lemmon has always been a dreamer. At some point, after she decided head-in-the-clouds thinking was childish, she went out and got herself a job … and then she got another one because that one was lousy. And when that one stopped being fulfilling, she went out and got another … and another. Soon it became apparent that she'd only be truly happy doing what she loved. And since "eating potato chips" isn't a viable career, she opted to become a writer. With fire in her heart, she dusted off a book she'd started years prior, finished it, and submitted it. It may have been the worst book ever, but it didn't stop her from writing another one. Now she has several books finished, several more started, and even more marinating in her brain, and she couldn't be happier. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.
Jessica is an ex-meat-eater, writer, artist, dreamer, wife, and den mother to two dogs.
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Tempting the Billionaire.
CHAPTER ONE
Oscillating red, green, and blue lights sliced through the smoke-filled club. Men and women cluttered the floor, their arms pumping in time with the throbbing speakers as an unseen fog machine muddied the air.
Shane August resisted the urge to press his fingertips into his eyelids and stave off the headache that'd begun forming there an hour ago.
Tonight marked the end of a grueling six-day workweek, one he would have preferred to end in his home gym, or in the company of a glass of red wine. He frowned at the bottle of light beer in his hand. Six dollars. That was fifty cents an ounce.
The sound of laughter pulled his attention from the overpriced brew, and he found a pair of girls sidling by his table. They offered twin grins and waved in tandem, hips swaying as they strode by.
"Damn," Aiden muttered over his shoulder. "I should have worn a suit."
Shane angled a glance at his cousin's T-shirt and jeans. "Do you even own a suit?"
"Shut up."
Shane suppressed a budding smile and tipped his beer bottle to his lips. It was Aiden who'd dragged him here tonight. Shane could give him a hard time, but Aiden was here to forget about his ex-wife, and she'd given him a hard enough time for both of them.
"This is where you're making your foray into the dating world?" Shane asked, glancing around the room at the bevy of flesh peeking out from beneath skintight skirts and shorts.
"Seemed like a good place to pick up chicks," Aiden answered with a roll of one shoulder.
Shane tamped down another smile. Aiden was recently divorced, though finally might be a better term. Two years of wedded bliss had been anything but, thanks to Harmony's wandering eye. Shane couldn't blame Aiden for exercising a bit of freedom. God knows, if Shane were in his shoes, he'd have bailed a long time ago. This time when Harmony left, she'd followed her sucker-punch with a TKO: The man she left Aiden for was his-now former-best friend. At first Aiden had been withdrawn, then angry. Tonight he appeared to be masking his emotions beneath a cloak of overconfidence.
"Right," Shane muttered. "Chicks."
"Well, excuse me, Mr. Moneybags." Aiden leaned one arm on the high-top table and faced him. "Women may throw themselves at you like live grenades, but the rest of us commoners have to come out to the trenches and hunt."
Shane gave him a dubious look, in part for the sloppily mixed metaphor, but mostly because dodging incoming women didn't exactly describe his lackluster love life. If he'd learned anything from his last girlfriend, it was how to spot a girl who wanted to take a dip in his cash pool.
He only had himself to blame, he supposed. He was accustomed to solving problems with money. Problem-free living just happened to be at the top of his priority list. Unfortunately, relationships didn't file away neatly into manila folders, weren't able to be delegated in afternoon conference meetings. Relationships were complicated, messy. Time-consuming.
No, thanks.
"I can pick up a girl in a club," Shane found himself arguing. It'd been a while, but he never was one to shy away from a challenge. Self-made men didn't shrink in the face of adversity.