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Unfriended(Love in New Highland Book 1)(58)



I followed the direction of his gaze … and stilled.

Sloane was walking straight up to us, her eyes fixed on me.

I need to point something out here. Sloane is the queen of casual. She  meanders. She pauses. She gets distracted. Or the opposite-she races.  Jumps. Lunges.

My girl is graceful, don't get me wrong, but she doesn't do this slow  siren walk. She doesn't sway with her eyes on you, shimmery fabric  slipping over her thighs while she weaves through a crowd. She doesn't …

Holy shit. Now she was close enough for me to see the expression on her face.

Intent, and a little wild.

Sexy wild.

Two things happened at once: I caught my breath and my cock blew up. Result, severe dizziness.

I sucked in a life-saving breath.

Now she was close enough that I could see how pale she actually was  under those red spots in her cheeks. That cute chin was up. She licked  her lips.

Then she scoped me out.

Once again.

She scoped. Me out.

Her gaze traveled from the top of my head to my eyes to my chest to my  crotch and then down my legs to my feet and all the way up again.

In the background I heard "Hoyah" from Nate and enough of a stir from  the people around me to know I wasn't the only one noticing this  display.

In fact, I'd bet the farm on the stage being all ours.

"Hi," she said when she reached us. Not that she spared even a glance at Nate.

She only had eyes for me. Her chest was rising in little jerks. Her hands were fisted.

I recognized the signs of panic.

"Hi, girl," I said huskily. I did my best not to stare blatantly at her  tits. I felt like half the air in the room had been sucked into my lungs  to supply oxygen to my dick.                       
       
           



       

"Um … " Her gaze flickered to the floor and then up again. She was  noticeably not looking anywhere but at me and the floor. Back and forth.  Floor, me. Who would win?

Then she pressed her lips together, shut her eyes and scrunched up her  nose like I'd once seen her do when she was about to stick her hand into  a bowl of "newt eyeballs", a.k.a. boiled eggs, on Halloween.

And her hand came up and she put it right. On. My. Fucking. Chest.

She cleared her throat, then said in a loud, carrying voice, "Um … hi,  baby. How … was the game? In there. I mean … you didn't lose. It appears. So  that's good, because it's good to, uh, to win. Um. I love you."

Then she stood up on tiptoe, put her hands on my cheeks, and pulled me down to her.

Yes, my jaw did fall to my feet.

Yes, I stood there like a complete bonehead as she kissed my mouth.

Claimed me.

In front of the whole damned world.

My sweet girl.

Her moves, her words … they did what you'd expect.

They shattered me.

I heard my family, my relatives, my friends, laughing, shouting,  hooting. So too must she have. She ignored them, just kept kissing me  with lips that trembled while I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.  Because …

Fuck, you know. A shitload of sappy reasons. Love, gratitude … pride may have been one.

Let's just say I was no longer even a little pissed.

Finally I got the presence of mind to bend and heft her into my arms so  her legs flew around my hips. I started to kiss her back when it  occurred to me I was late to the party. I broke away just long enough to  pant, "Me, too, beautiful. You know I'll always love you."

And the catcalls and whistles became deafening.

I gave them all the finger and turned my back, not stopping what I was  doing. I mean, for fuck's sake. This crew is so fucking rude. You'd  think they'd show some discretion when a guy is in the moment with his  woman.





EPILOGUE





Charis



I WANT TO SAY WE LIVED HAPPILY ever after, but I don't literally know  that. I mean, it's only been, what, five years since we had our duh,  we're meant for each other lightbulb moment. Who can see into the  future? Disaster could always strike. You never know.

I can say that earthquakes are not a risk where we are, although ashfall  is. But that's pretty much everywhere in the Pacific Northwest, so … . if  a big asteroid ever does land, Asher thinks we're fucked, but I'm  optimistic. Ry just accepted an oncological research position in  Atlanta, so worse comes to worst, we take to our bikes and move everyone  over there. Or something.

Will our hybrid bikes actually work though? Maybe we'd better switch up  to something more all-terrain, assuming we're dealing with a wide crater  in the Rio Cuarto size range, which, granted, was an outlier. And that  reminds me, we'll all need industrial dust masks …

Anyway I'd love to tell you we have four kids at this point and live in a  mansion, but actually we only have the one little guy-well, one and a  third if you want to be technical about it.

I happen to know this one is gonna be a girl, but we have a bet going.  So I'm just gonna lie back and wait until the amnio settles it. But  let's just say Asher's ass is toast.

In this area he's pretty thick. He hasn't linked it up that I called it  on 1)our first, 2)both of Doug's, 3)Mel's 4th, 5)Megan's first … anyway I  could go on, but you get the idea.

Let's just say I'm at a hundred percent at this point.

As for the mansion, nope, we're still in our house. If we do leave it,  we'll probably sell it to Asher's parents, because Erica spends so much  time over here anyway putting her touches on things.

She's (gulp) teaching me to make fudge. It's her third attempt at  teaching me something kitchen-related, and I am seriously determined to  do this. At Christmas last year Asher kept rubbing it in how none of his  pecan pie was left but nobody touched my green beans. I will fucking  show him I can be a goddess in the kitchen if I want to.

What I most like about this place is whenever my parents come to visit,  we can always say, oops, we simply don't have the room for overnight  guests unless you want to sleep in the living room. No to the day bed?  Aw, too bad.

It's weird to think I'm starting to be friends with them. Even weirder  to think that telling them, "no, sorry, you can't 'house sit' the place  on Koh Samui, ever ever," ended up with my laying down the law about  everything and their backing down. It's like now I'm a mom, they've  stopped pretending to be anything other than immature idiots. As long as  they don't try to parent me or grandparent the little guy (I will not  go over the whole incident at Long Beach; suffice it to say they are  never babysitting), I'm okay with them in small doses.

I wish I could tell you I'm still planning to go for tenure in the next  few years, but honestly, I'm loving this online educator path way more  than my postdoc work. Yesterday I took on a student in Pakistan who  Totally. Got. Foucault. So we'll see. Partly it depends on what funding  and certifications Warre Wethers can get from the feds and private  sources, and what happens with that international consortium on  education, but things are looking good.                       
       
           



       

Oh, and you will never believe who we ran into last year. Aura Renaldi!  Well, that's not her last name anymore; I can't remember it right now; I  was too busy staring at her when she told us. I just remember her  hubby's a psychiatrist, which seems so perfect, you know? She's gained a  bit of weight and she's become … wait for it … mellow.

Asher seemed really, really happy to see her. I had a freakout moment  about that, I'm embarrassed to say, and we had a tiny-itty bitty-fight  afterwards.

But I'm glad it happened, because a little part of me always wondered  when things didn't work out as expected between Aura and Karl whether  Asher ever had any regrets … but yeah, the answer to that would be no.  Asher freaking adores me, which he totally should, since I adore him.

Adore. Worship. Revere. Yup. He is so. Fucking. Amazing. And I'm not  just saying that because of the pregnancy hormones, which are,  admittedly, pretty extreme. Or what he did with his mouth last night.  (All in the interests of "getting them ready to give milk." He is so  transparent. But OMG, it was goooooood.)

He really is the best. Despite my trying to explain again that the baby  absolutely cannot hear yet, he insisted on giving our little guy that  lecture on probability theory while holding his cheek against my uterus.  Just. In. Case. Because for some reason, he thinks it's essential that  kid #2 understands her odds of being a girl. Which I know are a hundred  to one because I have The Gift, as I stated. As far as I'm concerned,  this cat is totally out of the box. Erica could start buying pink. But  whatever.





Asher



DID I JUST HEAR CHAR HAND you her there's-a-remote-possibility-we-might-not-live-happily-ever-after crap?

Yeah, you can go ahead and give that all the respect it deserves-none.  I'm a hundred percent certain things will keep getting better, no matter  what shit life throws at us. So far, though, all I'm seeing here is  diamonds.