"Fuck," he growled. "James is going to think I've adopted him or some shit."
"Love you, babe." I smiled. "I'll get everything ready. You just show up with beer and your brother."
"Love you too." He snaked an arm around my waist.
I inhaled sharply. His eyes raked over my lips and I knew what was coming next. It didn't matter that we were married. It didn't matter he had kissed me so many times it wasn't possible to count. All that mattered was that he stole my breath every time he did it.
His mouth covered mine and I moaned softly as his tongue slipped between my lips, curling with expert flicks.
He eyed me. "If you didn't invite all these damn people over tonight I could take that kiss a lot further when I got home."
I pulled his lips back to mine, clinging to his neck, begging for more. The passion rolled between us. The fire stirred under my skin.
"Fuck, Alexa," he whispered.
I looked into his eyes, trying to steady myself. God, he made me spin. He lit every fuse I had.
"Ten minutes?" I asked.
He growled, but I knew exactly how we would spend the next ten minutes. I smiled at him as he lifted me on the kitchen counter.
He would love me until we both drowned in our fever. And when he was done and I let him walk out of my arms, I would stroll to the front window to watch him drive toward the city.
I never would have thought the first time I drove to this ranch in the middle of the night that this would be the place I would raise my family. I thought it was a bachelor pad. The home of an egotistical womanizer. And maybe back then it was. But now it was where Luke and I loved each other.
It was where he whispered dirty things in my ear that made me quiver with want. It was where we stayed up all night and binge-watched TV shows. It was where we decorated the nursery for our baby. And invited our friends to be a part of what we had built together.
It was the place where my husband could make me come one more time on the kitchen counter before he left for work. Where I could tell him I loved him. Where we made our future. The walls were filled with music and football. Sports and art. Love.
I didn't miss Nashville. I didn't miss the mansion with the infinity pool, or my five-car garage. This was where I was meant to be. Because every time Luke was home I knew I was with the other half of my heart.
For the next ten minutes everything else would fall away. I would be his and he would be mine.
"You drive me completely crazy, you know that?" His gaze pierced me.
I nodded. "You drive me crazier." My chest heaved with anticipation.
"Let's make it fifteen, Mrs. Canton." The hunger filled his gaze and I knew I had stoked more than I realized.
I bit my bottom lip. I had it so bad for my husband. For Luke Canton. For the man who had turned my life into a perfect country love song.
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Naughty Notes
Y'all, Luke and Alexa's story has been with me for so long I can't believe I'm actually finished writing their HEA. Handing characters over is not the easiest thing to do. I get used to them. They become a part of my world-I'm not kidding. I wake up wondering how Alexa would handle something. I see something I know would completely piss Luke off and it makes me laugh. This is what happens to writers. We get in deep!
But I have to let them go and give them over to you so you can fall in love just like I did. So many people helped me work through this story and pushed me when I was worried I wouldn't be able to get it right. Because that's what matters to me-writing something that makes the readers feel. Something fun and sexy with twists of emotions here and there. And who are we kidding … we want that super hot guy. We want Luke Canton! I'll let you in on a secret … Texas guys are hot. Beyond hot.
I have to share this memory because it seriously shapes my love for Texas guys. One of my all-time favorite nights when I lived there included this guy I was seeing. He was an artist, loved to two-step, had his share of tattoos, played baseball, loved country music, and was broody as hell. Oh, and the longest most beautiful eyelashes I have ever seen on a guy. He was not doting or super romantic-nothing like that, but one night he led me outside with a huge pile of blankets and spread them out in the backyard. He had a few of those famous Texas beers and we hung out and watched shooting stars and drank beer. It was simple, sweet, and just one of those moments a girl doesn't forget.
Somewhere in the back of my head I think Luke would do the same thing for Alexa.
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To Shane
Prologue
This could go one of two ways. Knowing the kind of man I was, I knew which option I would choose. The one I always chose. Decisions like this came to me naturally. At least they used to. They should. I wasn't the type to get bogged down in ethics-or consequences. Not the emotional kind anyway. I analyzed the black and the red of a deal. Nothing else mattered.
I prided myself on the size of my bank account, not the number of friends I had. I could spot a liar a mile away. A swindler even farther. Call it natural instincts. Call it growing up with a liar as a father.
Some people said I was calculated or cold. Some said I was heartless and ruthless for what I do. I shrugged it off. Other people's opinions never meant anything to me.
I'm the one who weighed the outcomes. I'm the one who saved the deal. Everything else is only collateral damage as far as I'm concerned. At the end of the day, there can only be one winner. And that winner better be me.
The contract sat on the table. I reached for the pen. She wouldn't forgive me, but she knew what she was getting into when we started this.
There was only one way this was going to go from the beginning.
1
Mason
My elbows dug into the wooden railing. There was no doubt this room had the best view of the beach. The way the balcony jutted over the dunes made the view unobstructed. The shoreline was already busy this morning. Tourists loved this place. Their umbrellas and chairs planted in the sand, marking their territory. But this beach wasn't theirs. They were only temporary. I knew there would be a new group in the morning. That's how South Padre was-always changing.
I stood to take a sip of coffee and squinted under the sun. I peered at the tall hotels on my right. Sometimes it felt as if they were mocking me. Their steel and glass exteriors showcasing what a successful business venture should look like. I turned away. It was too late to turn this project around. Imagine what this view would be like from the top of one of those buildings. The price tag for this little piece of sandy real estate would sky rocket. I shook my head and walked back inside, sliding the door behind me.
I was a silent partner in the Palm Palace condo conversion. Every time I drove into town I regretted that part of the deal the most. I had agreed I would stay out of the daily minutia. Besides, I didn't have time to micro-manage one condominium conversion.
I left my mug on the new granite countertop and headed to the bedroom to find my running shoes. Texas was blazing hot in August, but I could get a run in before the temperature hit one hundred.
I tossed my T-shirt back on the bed. It was too hot to consider more layers. I planted earbuds in my ear, tucked my phone in my pocket, and headed out the door.
I hit the sand under the Palm's boardwalk. The new platform looked good. I didn't like getting bogged down in construction details, but touches like this made a big difference. The motel had been around since the 1950s. It was an island eyesore until I rescued it.
I turned toward the hotels and started jogging near the wet sand where the waves retreated every few seconds. I nodded at a few girls sunbathing. It seemed early to be out, but I wasn't complaining. A pretty girl in a bikini added to the view.
I was going on six months of bachelorhood. I had been single again about as long as I had been in a relationship.