Lucky Streak (Lucky 2)

“I didn’t do anything except compliment the lovely orange color of her dress, dammit,” Thomas exploded.

Mike rolled his eyes and glanced at Amber. “Are you sure this is what you want to deal with for the rest of your life?” he asked his wife.

The woman he’d traveled across the country to reclaim.

A female shriek reverberated around them.

Amber and Mike turned fast.

“Daddy, that’s a skunk!” Holly shouted as she leaped onto the rectangular buffet table. The extremely portable, unstable table came crashing to the ground, the food along with it. Holly got up, fine but embarrassed.

Mike winced.

Amber laughed.

“Just what is so funny?” he asked, tension mounting.

Amber placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him. “Your question? You wanted to know if I wanted to deal with this for the rest of my life.”

Mike clenched his jaw. “Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.”

She shook her head. “I’m glad you did. Because you need to know, I love our loud, crazy family and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My old life was sad and lonely.” She met his gaze with a warm, reassuring one. “I’m lucky to have you.”

Relieved, Mike shook his head and tipped his head toward hers. “I’m the lucky one.”

And that was something he never intended to forget.