Easy Melody (Boudreaux 3)

“I’m great,” I reply with a laugh. “How are you?”

“Couldn’t be better. This dress is a work of art. Of course, so are you.”

“A work of art?” I reply with a smile.

“Yes. You never just look good, you look like art, and just like a piece of art, you make me feel things, Callie.”

I sigh. The words that come out of this man’s mouth never fail to surprise me.

“That’s a lovely thing to say.”

He spins me around and dips me deep, kissing me soundly as our family claps and laughs around us.

“When are we going to start filling that nursery we finished last month?” he asks.

“As soon as possible.”

“How do you feel about getting out of here and getting a head start on it?” He leans in to whisper in my ear. “I need to get you out of this dress, and my hands on you.”

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”

“Oh no, darlin’, my best idea was telling you to go to dinner with me.”

“I’m so glad you’re bossy.”

He grins. “I know.”

Epilogue

~Simon Danbury~

“This is going to be an amazing two weeks,” I tell my staff, getting us pumped up for the first day of the Know Your Worth Women’s Retreat. I only put one of these in-depth retreats on each year, fitting it in between weeks of touring all over the UK and the United States, speaking to women about how to make themselves a priority, and to get what they want out of life.

I can hear the roar of the one hundred women filling the ballroom of the host resort here in Montana, along with the music we have pumping through the room, getting the women ready for a fast-paced day.

“Let’s make a difference in these women’s lives, friends.”

“Let’s do this!” my best friend and business partner Todd exclaims as my staff of ten hurry out of the room and into the ballroom to mingle with the girls.

I stay behind and take a few deep breaths, preparing my body for being on my feet all day, speaking to a room full of women of all ages and ethnicities, all here for their own very personal reasons. It’s going to be a fun, and sometimes difficult, journey for all of us.

I jump in place, shake my hands, and join the others, walking out on stage. The room breaks out in applause, and I smile and wave, checking to make sure the mic attached to my ear is securely in place.

“Hello, ladies!” More applause. “Are you ready for the best experience of your life?”

Applause.

“I can’t hear you! Stand up and tell me that you’re ready for your life to change!”

I watch a sea of women all stand, clap, whoop and holler, and smile.

“I’m so ready for this week with you! We are going to laugh and cry, and I’m going to give you the tools to make your life everything you’ve ever wanted. Are you ready, you beautiful women?”

I crank the music, and to their surprise, I begin to dance. I want the energy in this room to be electric. I want the women to be excited to make changes in their lives.

And, just as they always do, most of them start to dance with me. My staff, out in the audience, engage each of the women, dancing and laughing, and as I watch, one woman in particular catches my eye.

I glance at the name on her seat. Charly.

Charly is a beautiful woman, with her long dark hair, and almost golden hazel eyes. She’s thin, and her lips are full.

And she’s standing, but not dancing. And her eyes are saying, I don’t buy it.

Challenge accepted, darling.

THE END