The Chase is Over (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 5)

I can tell he doesn’t like that, but he nods. “Awesome. Did you find a place to stay?”

“I’ve found a few. I sent them to Jessie, and she’s going to look into them for me.”

“She actually emailed me,” he says, tapping on his phone. “I just haven’t opened it yet.”

“Why not?” I ask as I lean in, glancing at his phone.

He smiles sheepishly at me. “I was playing this Harry Potter game.”

“Nerd,” I tease as he opens the email. It’s from our real estate agent, Jessie, with a potential house. I bring in my brows as he reads the details. “It’s down from my parents.”

“Do we want to live that close to them?”

“Oh, wait. It’s, like, right between our parents. That would be nice, I guess.”

He shrugs as he navigates through the pictures, and then we watch a drone video. It’s a beautiful little old farmhouse that’s been completely remodeled with a Mediterranean feel. “Oh, it’s on the lake. Wait! No way!”

Aiden looks at me, confused. “What?”

“This is that incredible house on the lake—”

“Yes, it says that,” he says dryly, and I smack his chest, almost knocking my computer out of my lap. He thinks he is hilarious.

“Shut up. No, the one I always like when we pass by. Yeah, it has the huge in-ground pool and the boat dock.”

“For all the boating we do,” he says with a wink, and I grin.

“For real, it’s a gorgeous house. We should go see it.”

“Why? Do you want to live on a lake? Bugs, Shelli. All the bugs.”

“Yeah, but we’ll have a boat dock and a huge pool. That’s awesome. Great for entertaining.”

“Which means Emery will never leave,” he teases, and we share a grin. “I’m just messing. I know which house—it’s nice. But living so close to our parents…”

“It could be nice when we decide to bring all those kids into the world.”

He eyes me. “Now you talk about kids.”

I grin. “I’m just saying. We’ll need babysitters.”

He looks through the pictures again. “I guess we can go look at it. It has all-new everything, completely remodeled with six bedrooms. Gated. Hm, yeah, let me text her.”

“Cool,” I gush as I lean back on the couch, flipping through the social media campaign pictures some more.

“How’s the shoot look?”

“Incredible,” I say on a sigh. “I’m so excited for this to release.”

He sits up, squeezing his large body into the space between the couch and me. He holds my waist so I don’t fall off, and we look at the pictures together. “Wow, these are really good. I love the crowns.”

“Me too!” I squeal. “It’s going to be fantastic, and every team has donated a few items to be auctioned off for the Lacey’s Lace Foundation. The money we raise is going to be amazing. I can’t wait.”

“You’ll be in New York, though,” he reminds me, and I nod, not letting that derail me.

“I can handle both.”

“I know you can,” he says, squeezing my hip and kissing my jaw. “I can’t wait to see it go down.”

“Me too.” I turn my face so I can look into his eyes. “I can’t believe I get to marry you in two days.”

His eyes soften as he gathers me closer to him. “Feels like I’ve been waiting forever.”

I beam as I kiss his nose. “In my case, I have.”

Aiden closes his eyes before our lips meet, and I relish his kiss. He brings his hand up, cupping my jaw, and I arch into him, closing my computer so it’s out of our way. Just as he rolls on top of me, though, his phone starts ringing. He pulls away, looking over to see who it is.

“Jessie.”

I cup his ass as he answers, grinning down at me. He moves my hair out of my face, tucking it back behind my ear as he says, “Hey. Oh. Yeah, um. Do you want to go look at the house?”

I squeal, “Yes!”

“I think we want to.”

* * *

“Mom, I’m not cutting my hair.”

I snicker beside Aiden while he argues with his mom. I lean my head on his shoulder as I look out at the room that holds our family. Fallon shut down the restaurant for the night for us to celebrate our families becoming one. We decided this would be better than having everyone come out to the venue for the rehearsal dinner tomorrow. Instead, it’ll just be the wedding party as a gift from Aiden and me. I figured we could pay for something, though my dad didn’t find that as humorous as I wanted it to be. I meet Fallon’s frustrated gaze, and I grin. “I love his hair, Fallon.”

She gives me a side-eye before setting her son with a look. “But will you wear it down or up?”

Aiden looks at me. “What do you want?”

“Whatever you want,” I say, patting his chest. “I find you sexy either way.”