McKenzie Cousins Box Set 4

“You love me?” I ask.

He bli

nks. “Of course, I love you. I said that.”

I shake my head. “No, you didn’t. Wanting me in your life forever isn’t telling me you love me. The words mean more to me than you’ll ever know.”

He rests his forehead against mine. “I love you, Poppy Green, and I can’t wait to be able to call you Poppy McKenzie, my wife.”

“I love you too.” I hug him close and smirk. “Was my luggage delayed because of the receptionist?”

He laughs. “You’re asking that in the middle of our serious talk?”

I wiggle on his lap, enjoying his reaction. “We’ve already admitted we love each other. Nothing more to talk about right now. So, answer my question.”

“Yes.” He sighs. “Sian had decided to keep them behind the desk for now. I’ve told my cousin, Alexander, to either get rid of her or redeploy her. He hired the witch, so he can sort her out.”

“She isn’t nice.”

“No, she isn’t.” Jaxon’s hand start searching under the robe.

“Are you sure it’s okay for you to take the day off?”

“Michael would kick my ass if I didn’t.”

“Michael?” I question. “Wait! Let me guess? Another cousin?”

“McKenzies is run by my cousins, Michael, Charlotte, and Alexander, and some of my other cousins tend to work for them, myself included. My uncles all have a stake in the company they built. It’s a hundred percent family business. I love it, and so do the clients.”

“Hmm, you have a large family that I’ll have to meet.”

Chuckling, Jaxon pinches my ass. “You’ll love them.” He nuzzles between my breasts. “Now, let’s forget about our family and concentrate on each other.”

“I totally agree.” I hold his head to me, and whisper, “I love you, Jaxon.”

He mumbles against my breast, “I love you too, my sexy baby mama.”

THE END

Of The Pregnant Professor

29

Ryan

Prologue

Surrounded with merriment this New Year’s Eve, I cast my eyes once more to the girl my cousin, Alexander, brought with him. Alex doesn’t appear to be into the poor girl, especially as I haven’t seen him in a while. As it is, she tries to blend into the wall, which is not going to happen. She’s young and fresh-faced, which tells me the girl is innocent—too innocent for me. It doesn’t stop me from casting glances in her direction as I listen to my sister, Sofia, babble on about a new cake creation she’s come up with.

It’s not that I don’t care about what she does because I do, it’s just that she talks about different flours, sugars, icing, and I get lost within the first sentence. I’m more about alcohol and spreadsheets—not that anyone knows this about me. The drink they know plenty about as it’s what we serve at Kenza, the club my parents own, the one I manage. What my siblings and cousins forget is the volume of figures I have to go through daily. Luckily, I’m good with numbers, and it didn’t take me long to have a program up and running to log everything, including staff wages.

I’m a people person, so managing and working at Kenza is fun, not to mention the perks of the pretty ladies that come through Kenza’s door. It’s because of this reason that I think the girl is too innocent for me to sweet talk.

“Ugh,” Sofia stamps her foot, snapping my attention to her. She continues, “You did not hear a word I just said.”

“I did.”

“Repeat what I said then?” She stands with her hands on her hips and an angry scowl on her face.