“Yes.” Carter squealed. “I will.”
The others walked over and said yes to me in turn before the jeweler fitted them with rings and left.
“We will get you something tomorrow.” Flynn told me.
“Oh yeah? It’s only six pm now. What are we doing with the rest of the night?” I asked.
He picked me up in his arms and whisked me upstairs whistling for the others. “I have a few ideas.” He told me.
23
Six months later
Nervously I stood in the grand reception room at the Dream. My father’s arm was through my own and he turned to me.
“Last chance if you want to do a runner. I can do a good cloaking spell?”
The test results had shown that Vern was without any doubt my biological father and although he’d returned to his home in New York we chatted often and visited regularly. Even through my nerves I could see that today he was bursting with pride.
Then the music started and I began to walk down the aisle to my future husbands.
Following the ceremony I had thrown my bouquet and Leonie had caught it. I’d seen a very satisfied smile cross Ted’s face and knew a proposal wouldn’t be much longer. We partied the night away with our families and some very close friends, including staff at Flynn’s gallery and Jayden’s charity, until it was time to go home.
Opening the door to our bedroom I saw it had been decorated with white roses, the sheets a crisp white silk. Jayden picked me up. “I’m going to carry the wife over the threshold.” He laughed.
“Is it too early to discuss starting a family?” Carter yelled.
We all groaned.
And then we groaned some more in a totally different way.
THE END
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Tiffany
Monday evenings were girls night in our apartment in Dyker Heights, Brooklyn. All three of us worked as realtors for a Brooklyn Real Estate company and we worked damn hard. So Mondays were downtime, complete with pizza and beer. There was me, Kayla and Haley. Our Monday nights were for sharing stories about work and to catch up on our—currently nightmarish—love lives. None of us were having much luck on the romantic front.
“Please can we not watch a movie with a sexy leading man tonight, because I swear my pussy will combust and it won’t be a pretty sight,” Kayla moaned. At twenty-four Kayla was tall and slim, with pale skin and long wavy red hair. She was stunning but attracted to men who were dicks. She hadn’t had a date for at least two weeks and it was killing her.
“That bad, huh?” I asked.
“Yeah, I might go visit Daniel. While I’m there, I can see if there are any hot men currently hanging around Long Island.” Kayla’s stepfather lived on Long Island. Her mother—a serial cheater—had moved on long ago and had lost touch with her daughter. Kayla hadn’t stayed at Daniel Scott’s much, but out of all her many stepfathers’ he had been the only one to be a pretty decent man and he had always said there was a room for her at his home, even after her mother’s departure. She visited rarely, but felt she owed it to him to check in. Guilt from her mother screwing him out of a lot of his cash no doubt.
“Well, I have a date tomorrow night. I think this might be the one,” Haley said.
Kayla and I groaned simultaneously. Haley was a born romantic and every date she had, she thought would be her Prince Charming. Instead they ended up being the Princes’ of Darkness. Petite, with long straight dark brown hair, and an ass a Kardashian would envy, Haley was soft spoken and quite innocent. She’d only had one lover—a long term sweetheart—and when he had left her after college she had been devastated. She had felt he was her one, and we were sure she believed that one day he would actually come back for her.
“God, dating sucks,” I proclaimed. “I had another loser send me a message through the company email today.”
“Ugh, creep.” Kayla said with a smirk on her face.