Wild Collision (Us 4)

“You did?” I ask, shocked.

He nods. “I told him everything, about how much I love you, how much you mean to me. I told him I plan on marrying you one day and even if he hates me I’m never leaving you. Not again.”

“And?”

“He understands, I think … I think he might even like me now,” he chuckles. “I mean, I got our contract back and I didn’t even ask for it so that’s got to be good, right? The guys will be flying back as soon as they can.”

“You mean…?”

“We’re going to be here for a while, baby—and when the time comes to head back to L.A. we’ll figure things out. You okay with that?” He rubs his thumb against my cheek. I’m not sure he even knows he’s doing it.

“More than okay,” I breathe. “I’m so happy for you guys. I couldn’t believe he broke off your contract.”

“I can, but I’m glad it’s all worked out now. I think we understand each other.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep—he loves you and wants you to be happy. I love you and want you to be happy, so really we want the same things.”

I smile up at him. “I really don’t want to talk about my dad right now.”

He grins back. “And what do you want to do?”

I don’t answer him with words. Instead, I kiss him. Which leads to him turning me around and slipping his fingers under the sides of the open back dress. He then kisses the back of my neck, and my head rolls back against his shoulder.

Before I know it he’s undoing the tie around my neck and the dress is falling from my body into a puddle on the floor.

Then I’m facing him once more, and he pulls me to the floor making love to me surrounded by all those candles and all the love we have for each other.

Epilogue

Hollis

New Year’s Eve

“This place is fancy,” Fox says, taking in the ballroom of the Wentworth mansion where an annual New Year’s Eve party is held. Apparently Trace Wentworth is Hayes’s cousin or something, so we’re all here. Me, the guys, Mia, her family, and all the other guys from Willow Creek and their families. Not to mention a million other people I don’t know.

“It is,” Rush says, equally in awe, with Kira on his lap.

I watch Mia across the room talking to her dad. They made up, but it’s still a little tense and awkward. I know when she sees him Mia can only think about what he saw. I don’t think she’ll ever get quite over it, but one day it won’t be so horrifying.

I glance beside me at Cannon. “I forgot to give this to you.” I pull out the envelope his sister gave me for him from the inside pocket of my tux’s jacket—yeah, we’re all in fucking tuxes it was required. I’d complain more about the penguin suit if it weren’t for how fucking sexy Mia looks in her formal gown—and how her eyes devoured me in it when she saw me, promising all kinds of wicked delights in the near future. I watch her in her dark emerald green gown, fitted in the chest and hips area before flaring out. She looks stunning, but then again she always does.

Cannon takes the envelope and I discreetly start to record him with my phone as Mia joins us once more. She opens her mouth, probably to ask why I’m recording and I quickly shake my head so she doesn’t say anything to ruin the moment. The truth is I have no clue what we’re about to witness.

Cannon opens the envelope and glitter goes everywhere. No, not glitter…

“What the fuck? Why am I covered in multi-colored dicks?” he asks, staring around at the confetti now sprayed all around us.

None of us can stop laughing to give him an answer.

“Calista did this, didn’t she?” he asks me and I nod.

“Oh, this is war,” he growls. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, but it’s something. She’s going to regret this.”

I stop recording and send the video to Callie in a text before I can forget. It isn’t long before she replies.

Callie: I knew it would be epic.