Best Friend's Ex Box Set

Danny had stayed at the house with Verity, explaining that he'd rather work the land than live in the city with Honor and I, but he missed us both terribly. In September, Adam had hooked up a computer that Danny could use to communicate with us more regularly, and we'd hired a speech pathologist to come down several times a month and work with him to see if he could learn to speak.

Today we were finally celebrating Levi and Verity's wedding by throwing a huge party for the entire community. On an emotional morning, two days before the wedding, Verity, Honor, and I had harvested the celery that Mamm had planted just before she died. We laughed and cried as we clipped the celery and talked about all the wonderful family memories. Verity had called on Hope and Faith, asking them to be present at her wedding, but they'd been part of the community that had sided with Uncle Amos and the bond between sisters had been irrevocably broken.

Levi had agreed to move into the house with Verity and take over farming the land my parents had left us. Coupled with the income from the turbines we'd installed, they would be able to live a comfortable life and support their future family without worry.

Later that afternoon, the sun broke through the clouds just as the wedding was about to start. Verity looked lovely in her new cotton dress and kapp, carrying a bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers that grew behind the house. I smoothed her hair one last time and smiled as I kissed her cheek.

"You make a lovely bride," I whispered. "And I wish you all the happiness and love of a lifetime."

"You're next," she said with a playful grin as she patted my cheek then took one last look in the mirror before announcing, "Let's get this show on the road!"

I stood next to Adam and held his hand as the couple said their vows. After they'd signed the marriage license and then kissed for the cheering crowd, Verity and Levi moved toward the barn to begin the feast we'd prepared. Many of the guests had brought food to contribute to the wedding banquet and the table groaned with all the offerings. We'd opened the barn and given it a good cleaning so that there was room for a band in one corner. They struck up the music as soon as the newlyweds entered the barn. Adam and I watched as the wedding guests began to fill the tables.

"Come with me," he said, pulling me toward the backfield where the hay had been cut and bundled in bales waiting to be put on a truck and transported to the loft above the barn. Out in the middle of the field, one bale sat covered in a mossy green cloth with something on top. As we got closer, I saw there were two glasses and a bottle of what looked like champagne. Adam stopped in front of the bale and looked down at me before he reached down, popped open the bottle, and poured two glasses of the bubbly drink. He handed me one and then dropped to his knee and said, "Grace Miller, I've loved you from the moment I met you, and here today on this land that your parents loved and farmed, I want to ask you if you'll spend the rest of your life letting me love you."

"Adam? Oh my God," I said as he produced a box from his pocket, flipped it open, and offered me a ring with a diamond larger than any stone I'd ever seen before. "Are you—"

"Asking you to marry me? Yes, indeed I am," he said with a wide smile. "Grace, will you marry me?"

For a split second, I was torn between past, present, and future, and then I came to my senses and looked down at him with a smile as I replied, "Yes, Adam Wallace, yes I will marry you!"

As Adam slipped the ring on my finger, a loud cheer erupted from the barn and all the guests came pouring out, laughing and clapping as Levi and Verity led the shouting crowd. "Congratulations, Adam and Grace!"

"What is going on?' I asked confused as to why my engagement had become the focus of my sister's wedding celebration, but when I looked off to my right and saw my brother holding a camera up, I knew that everyone had been in on the proposal. I shouted, "You all are too much! Go celebrate the wedding!"

Adam laughed loudly as I turned to him and said, "Mr. Wallace, you are incorrigible!"

"And you, Ms. Miller, are lovely," he said as he bent and softly kissed my lips.

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PROTECTOR BOX SET

The Complete Series

By Claire Adams

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 Claire Adams

PROTECTOR #1

“Absolutely ridiculous,” I muttered into my phone as I stomped across campus on the way to my first class of the day. “This is outrageous, Father! I don’t need a stupid bodyguard to follow me around all the time!”

“Ava, you are being unreasonable,” Joseph Klein admonished. “Your mother and I feel it is a necessary precaution if you want to stay in school. Your safety is our primary concern.”

“But lots of girls have ex-boyfriends who are idiots and their parents don’t hire bodyguards!” I yelled in exasperation. I was embarrassed that my parents had gone behind my back and hired this blockheaded mercenary to follow me around campus when I had assured them that there was no threat. “Who is this meathead anyway? How do you know he’s even capable of protecting me?”

“Young lady, Mr. Flynn is a former Navy SEAL who has seen and done more in his life than you could ever dream of,” my father replied. “He was recommended by a business colleague who used him to protect his son while he was on a study abroad session in Egypt, and they got along famously.”

“Oh, big whoop,” I blurted. “So he’s buddy-buddy with some kid who spent a summer looking at sand and pyramids, and suddenly you think this is a great idea to emulate? That all kids should have bodyguards?”

“We don’t trust Dominic,” came my father’s no-nonsense response. “End of argument, young lady. If you want to stay in school, then you accept that you will need protection until we deem it safe.”