But it was the one other little face who nudged Lilyanne and smiled back at me that surprised me the most. Jensen must have gone to great lengths for this entire thing because Colton was even here.
Jensen wrapped an arm around me as Heidi pushed me toward the cake.
“Make a wish,” Jensen said.
I stared down at the cake and realized that I already had everything I wanted.
What I had always been searching for.
Home.
I took a mental snapshot of the beauty before me, at my new reality, and then I leaned forward and made my wish.
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CHAPTER ONE!
The Wright Boss
K.A. Linde
One
Landon
Fuck, my wife was ruining my life.
In fact, Miranda had ruined my life the day we met. I didn’t know it at the time. I wouldn’t find out until much later. But now, the fact was undeniable. Miranda was a cancerous cell eating away at my body. If I didn’t get away, she would destroy me.
I glanced down at my phone, and Miranda’s name popped up on the screen.
For the hundredth fucking time.
“Fuck,” I groaned and then ended the call.
She had been calling me nonstop since I’d walked out of the door without her. But I had just landed into Lubbock on the last plane of the day, and frankly, I didn’t want to talk to her. Not after what she’d done. Not after what she had been doing to me for years.
Of course, I didn’t blame her for freaking out, when I was on my way to my ten year high school reunion without her.
I cringed at the thought. I’d wanted to come back for the reunion at the top of my game. I’d spent the last six years working as a professional golfer out of Tampa with a few PGA victories under my belt, but I’d wanted to return having won the Masters with my sexy wife on my arm, living the dream. I’d wanted to make my name as someone other than a Wright.
As proud as I was of my family and Wright Construction, the largest construction company in the nation, I wanted my own life. Now, I was returning at twenty-eight years old without my wife and with my golf dreams in ashes.
I shrugged off those depressing thoughts and exited the plane. The Lubbock airport was compact, to say the least. I’d only brought a carry on, so I bypassed baggage claim and exited the sliding glass doors out to my hot and dusty home. After Florida summers, it felt like going from drinking the air to breathing sandpaper.
A shiny red Alfa Romeo zoomed up to the spot in front of me, and my brother Austin rolled down the window. He honked the horn and flipped me a bird. He was two years older than me, but frequently acted as if he were the younger brother.
“Hey, get in!” Austin yelled. He popped the button for the trunk.
“Nice to see you too,” I said sarcastically.
“Where’s your other half?” Austin asked.
“Couldn’t make it.”
Sure. Miranda couldn’t make it. That was the lie I was going with for a woman who didn’t work, spent my money like it actually grew on trees, and practically came attached to my hip.
“Cool,” Austin said with a shrug.
I knew he would be the only one of my four siblings who bought that explanation.
I slid my suitcase into the trunk and slammed it shut.
“This car is so fucking tiny,” I said, after I sank into the passenger seat. “The trunk barely had enough room for my suitcase.”
Austin zoomed away from the airport. “Keep complaining and I’ll make you stay with Jensen.”
I sat back and stared out the window. “Yeah, I’d rather not have to hear him banging my ex-girlfriend.”
“I’m sure he could put your ass on the other side of the house. Then you’d only have to imagine him with Emery.”
“Thanks. You’re really helping.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” Austin said with a grin.
Even though my oldest brother, Jensen, had started dating my ex-girlfriend Emery eight months ago, it was still a little weird for me. Not because I had feelings for her. But I couldn’t erase the two years we’d dated in high school. The whole thing had only added to my irritation with Miranda. How could Jensen be so happy when I was stuck in a miserable loveless marriage?
God, everything came back to Miranda. My phone even buzzed as if she knew I was thinking about her.