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  Author: Jill Shalvis “Your laughter,” he said without hesitation. “Feeling your hands on me. The way you look at me, whether I’ve been a complete dumbass, or just made you come—”

  With a laugh, she ducked her head, but he dipped his down until she was looking at him again. “You want to know what scares me?” he asked.

  “Yes. ”

  He leaned even closer and slid a hand to the nape of her neck. “The thought of never having those things with you again. I’m a little slow but not an idiot, Chloe, and I learn from my mistakes. ” He cupped her jaw. “I love you, Chloe. ”

  “Dammit!”

  He blinked. “That wasn’t quite the reaction I’d expected. ”

  “No, it’s just that I meant to say it first!”

  He stared at her. “You could say it now. ”

  “I love you. God, I love you. ” She let out a breath. “Whew. That’s more exhausting than an asthma attack. ”

  He smiled. A real slow, glorious, sexy-as-hell smile. “Maybe it just requires practice. ”

  She returned his smile, feeling so light and happy she could float to the ceiling, although that might have been all the drugs in her system. “Or confirmation. ”

  “Confirmation?”

  She pulled out her phone, and he appeared puzzled. “You say I love you, and it reminds you that you have to make a call?” he asked.

  “You knew loving me was going to require patience. ” She accessed her Magic Eight Ball app. “How about it?” she said to the screen. “Me and Sawyer. Yes?”

  “Christ, Chloe. ” Sawyer straightened with a scowl. “You know what it’s going to say, what it always says when it’s referring to me. ”

  “It’s been right every single time with us. ” She looked at him. “Are you scared?”

  “No. But if it says Try Again Later, it’s going out the window. ”

  Absolutely yes

  Epilogue

  “A closed mind is a good thing to lose. ”

  Chloe Traeger

  A month later

  On the afternoon of Maddie and Jax’s wedding rehearsal, the sisters stood together in the cottage, holding hands at the front door.

  “This is it,” Maddie whispered. She bit her lower lip, looking pale. Very pale. “I mean this is really it. ”

  “Uh-oh. ” Chloe turned to Tara. “Lock the back door quick; we’ve got a flight risk. ”

  “Really, really it…” Maddie whispered, sounding bewildered, like she hadn’t been beating them all over the head with her bridal magazines for the past six months.

  “No, honey, it’s just the rehearsal,” Tara said gently, stroking Maddie’s hair. “It’s not the it it. ”

  “Which means you can still make a run for it if you want,” Chloe said. “I’ll drive. ”

  “Chloe!” Tara scolded.

  Maddie just kept biting her lower lip.

  “Seriously,” Chloe told her. “I’ll call Jax right now and tell him we’re going out for a bag of chips. He’d totally buy it. We get on the Vespa and just keep going as far as the tank of gas will take us. Which, granted, isn’t all that far, but—”

  “Stop it,” Tara said, covering Maddie’s ears.

  “We’ll leave the Steel Magnolia behind, too,” Chloe said, studying Maddie. “Your call, Mad. ”

  Maddie closed her eyes. “I have the pretty dress. It’s all ready for tomorrow. I’d sure hate to waste that dress. ”

  “No problem,” Chloe said. “We’ll Craigslist it. For Sale: a wedding dress, size eight, almost worn once by accident. You’ll get good bucks for it. ”

  Tara reached around Maddie and pinched Chloe. Chloe pinched her back.

  Normally, Maddie would have smacked them both, but she ignored them to peek out the window. Jax was waiting for them at the marina, along with Ford, the two of them standing between the marina building and Ford’s docked boat. Sawyer wasn’t here yet because he’d gotten held up at work, but Chloe had gotten a text that he was on his way.

  Maddie watched Jax tip his head back and laugh at something Ford said, and a soft smile crossed her lips. “I really do want him, you know. As mine. ”

  Chloe smiled triumphantly at Tara. “Good to know. ”

  Tara let out a relieved breath, and they all took each other’s hands again. “Ready, Maddie?”

  “Ready,” Maddie said, not quite so pale now. She squeezed her sisters’ fingers. “Let’s do this. Let’s go get me a husband. ”

  Together they walked to the marina just as Lucille pulled up in her old clunker. “Perfect timing!” the older woman called out. “I’ve got thirty minutes between happy hour and bingo night. ”

  They all settled on the dock. Tomorrow, the railings would be lined with potted flowers. There’d be a runner for them to walk on. Guests would line the way, lots of them.

  But for now, it was just Lucille and the five of them—

  Six, Chloe corrected, hearing Sawyer drive up. The sound of his truck made her all warm and mushy on the inside, and she laughed at herself. Sap.

  Lucille pointed everyone to their places, then looked around for Sawyer.

  “Here. ” He was sauntering toward them with his long-legged stride, eyes on Chloe, a small smile threatening the corners of his mouth at the sight of her.

  Jax had taken his place at the end of the dock, the water at his back. Following Lucille’s direction, Ford escorted Tara to the end of the walkway.

  Watching, knowing she was next, Chloe turned to Sawyer, who offered his arm.

  He was still in uniform, still armed to the teeth, still looking a little tense from what had undoubtedly been a long day on the job.

  They hadn’t seen each other in three days. She’d been in Los Angeles, fulfilling the last of her traveling spa obligations. She looked up at him, trying to keep herself in check when she really wanted to throw herself into his arms. Whether it was the happiness emanating off Maddie, or Chloe’s own swelling emotions, she wasn’t sure, but she felt far too close to tears.

  She had no idea why.

  Except she did.

  Sawyer escorted her down the makeshift aisle and she moved to stand next to Tara.

  Maddie came down the aisle next, beaming, her face radiant. Lucille walked them through the short ceremony, and when it was over, Jax practiced kissing Maddie.

  Since that went on for some time, Ford suggested that he should practice kissing Tara.

  While they were working on that, Sawyer pulled Chloe in tight. “Hey. ” He nuzzled at her ear. “You okay?”

  Because she didn’t know, she cupped his face and pulled it to hers for some practicing of their own. When the kissing was over, everyone was talking and laughing about the wedding, about Ford and Tara’s engagement, about honeymoons and futures.

  Chloe took it all in, wishing her smile didn’t feel congealed on her face. She needed to just suck it up. Truly she was happy for her sisters. So happy. Tomorrow Maddie and Jax would be married.

  And then in the next month, Tara and Ford would follow suit.

  They’d still be sisters, of course. They’d always be sisters, but it would never again be just the three of them.

  Chloe was going to go back to being on her own.

  Sawyer took her small hand in his much larger one and squeezed. There was a silent inquiry in the touch, and she looked up into his eyes.

  He searched her gaze for a long moment, then brought their joined fingers up to his mouth. “You’re not okay,” he said, as always, seeing what no one else did. “You’re sad. ”

  “Of course not. ”

  “You’re sad,” he repeated with quiet understanding.

  She sighed. “Don’t you have to go take Jax out and get him drunk now?”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. ” She closed her eyes. “I’ll be alone. ”

  Sawyer waited until she looked at him. “I sho
uld be insulted. ”

  “No,” she said, shaking her head, her control beginning to slip. “No, I don’t mean it like that—”

  His eyes never flinching, never leaving her face, he said, “Marry me. ”

  “What?” Her heart stopped. Had she heard him correctly? “Because you feel sorry for me?”

  “Feel sorry for you? Not likely. ” He smiled. “Marry me because we’re good together. ” He waggled a brow. “Especially in the shower. ”

  “Oh my God. Shh!” She glanced around, and his grin broadened, probably because the old Chloe wouldn’t have given a rat’s ass if anyone had overheard. She still didn’t, not really, it was just that clearly he’d lost his frigging mind.

  “You could marry me right here, right now,” he said.

  Oh, God. He was serious. “You like your own space,” she told him, trying to give him an out.

  He lifted a shoulder, cool as could be, while she was ready to burst something. “I like sharing it with you. ”

  Hope kindled and ignited. “I’ll drive you crazy,” she whispered.

  “Already done,” he assured her, “in the best possible way. ” He ran a finger over her temple, gently pushing back a strand of hair. “I want to come home to you every night, Chloe. ”

  “There will be nights I have to be here, when we have guests. ”

  He shrugged. “Then we’ll hire someone to work part-time at night and give you breaks, or I’ll come to you. I don’t care what bed I go home to, as long as you’re in it. Say you’ll think about it, that you’ll think about giving us a real shot. ”

  She stared at him, knowing she’d never wanted anything so much in her entire life. Which made it simple, really. “For you,” she said, “I believe I’d do anything. ”

  His eyes went hot. “Anything?”

  Her knees were wobbling, but she had enough strength to shove him.

  A guy to the very core, he laughed and reeled her back in. Leaning close, he pressed his mouth to her ear and nipped the lobe with his teeth. “Trust me. It’ll be good. ”