Bring It Home (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 3)

He eyes me. “Sounds like you liked him, liked him.”

I look at him incredulously. “Well, duh. Did you look at him?”

He laughs freely as he sets down the Cup before he pulls me into his arms. “Too bad you’re mine.”

“I wouldn’t say too bad. I’m pretty damn happy where I am.”

He kisses me hard on the lips. When we part, his eyes capture mine. “When are we telling your mom?”

“Afterward. She’s busy.”

“So, I can’t tell her when I give her the Cup?”

I glare. “You do, you die.”

“Man, you’re mean,” he laughs, kissing my nose. “I’m going to go suit up.”

“Okay. I think I’m going to go find the Welch family or sit with Shelli and the Brooks gang. I don’t know.”

“Okay, but you’ll be watching?”

I nod. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I’m gonna make sure to get your dad back for the punch I took.”

I eye him. “I thought you two were past that? Also, my dad has been working out. When he embarrasses you, I don’t want to hear it.”

He feigns hurt. “You don’t believe in me?”

I smirk up at him, running my fingers along his beard. “Oh, I fully believe in you, but I also believe my dad is the greatest to ever play and he will lay you out.”

“So rude.”

“Prove me wrong if you like. But remember, you’ll have Shelli on your ass if you hurt him. He’s got to walk her down the aisle.”

“This is true,” he says slowly. “But I’m still gonna knock him on his ass.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m gonna make sure to record this.”

He gathers me closer in his arms. “You drive me wild, Posey Hoenes.”

My heart soars as I sigh happily. “Ditto, Boon Hoenes.” His lips capture mine, and I lean into the kiss, loving how my belly presses into him. He hugs me tightly, kissing me without a care in the world as the world moves around us. It’s always like that, though. It’s easy to ignore the world when Boon is kissing me. I pull back first, kissing his chin. “Good luck. I love you.”

He squeezes my ass. “I love you, lovely.”

I gaze into his eyes. I don’t question his words. They are written all over his face. In his body language. This man loves our child and me more than he loves himself. I’m so overwhelmed with love, it’s hard to believe that at one time I never saw this happening for me. I thought I wasn’t worthy of a love like my parents’. But in a way, I think our love story is better. I may be biased, but I don’t care. I am over the moon with how this all played out. It took a shitty power play to bring me the guy of my dreams.

No one could write this better.

His hands cup my belly, and I’m breathless as he says, “For good luck.”

“You’ll need it,” I warn as he grabs the Cup, struggling a bit before grinning at me.

“You might be right,” he says, kissing my nose. “I might have used all of it when you came along.”

He sends me a wink, and my heart soars.

As he walks away, one thing is for sure—I don’t need luck when I have Boon Hoenes.

I already have it all.