you strength you didn’t know you possessed. “Now I can shout it out loud, I love you Grant Lopez!”
His deep laugh sounded loud as it reverberated against my chest, producing a shiver than ran the length of my body. “Say it again.” His words were intense behind the command and I knew it mattered to him.
“I love you Grant. I love you and I love Mariana.”
“And one day in the future, I’m gonna ask you to move in with us, to make our family official and you’ll say?”
“Heck yeah!” I tossed my head back and laughed, loving the way Grant kept a tight, protective grip on me so I was never in danger of falling. “But it should be a ways into the future, don’t’ you think? Wouldn’t want to set a bad example for Mari, would we?”
His lips were on mine in an instant, hot and sweet and deep, he poured everything he was feeling into that kiss. I accepted it all with a shuddery sigh as I clung to his shoulders. “I really do love you, Brenna.”
“You already said that.”
“I mean it.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with me.”
“Forever?”
“If you can handle forever with me, I’m willing to give you forever, Grant.”
“Oh, I can handle it.” With a hungry smile, Grant picked me up in his arms and carried me upstairs where he spent most of the night showing me just how eager he was to get started on our very own forever after.
THE END
Preview: His Curvy Enemy
Oliver March was a thorn in my side.
The man was determined to take down my Matchmaking Agency with his stupid blog.
But I wasn’t going down without a fight. I had a proposition for the enemy.
I bet the pompous jerk I could find him his perfect woman.
It was supposed to be simple. A few dates with gorgeous, accomplished women, one of whom he’d fall for and stop badmouthing my business.
But it all went sideways. My algorithm, or more likely, my nosey business partners, set us up.
We talked. We laughed.
We kissed.
We crossed so far over the line, it was invisible by the time I realized what I had done.
I’d gone and fallen for the enemy.
Eva
I hated running late. It was something I took great pains to avoid, going so far as to set my clock fifteen minutes forward just to make sure I was always a little early. For everything. But the Monday morning meeting had started eight minutes ago, and I was just walking through the front doors of Time For Love. The matchmaking agency wasn’t my main gig, but one day, Sophie Worthington had come to me with an offer I couldn’t resist and, well, here I was.
Now nine minutes late.
“Sorry I’m late, ladies!” I still wore the lightweight jacket I’d grabbed to stave off the early morning chill. “I meant to be on time, but…”
I was still too angry to finish that sentence, so I took a deep breath and set the cardboard carrier filled with coffee cups and the pastry box on the conference table. “I brought goodies.”
Sophie’s light brown eyes slid to the green ones of our etiquette and styling expert, Olive Jensen. “You saw Oliver’s article,” Olive said. It wasn’t a question.
“How could I miss it?” The words came out on a huff as I handed out the coffee, surprising Kendra, the part-time receptionist who was afraid of me for some reason. “Who in the hell thinks women don’t really want romance? The man is delusional. Absolutely delusional.” I shook my head and grabbed the black coffee with a splash of caramel syrup, taking a few big gulps to calm my nerves.
“As long as you’re not riled up about it.” I didn’t miss the sarcasm in Sophie’s voice, but I chose to ignore it because she was right. Oliver could get my blood boiling like nobody’s business.
“I’m over it.” I would be, anyway—as soon as we got on with the meeting. “Who does he think he is, speaking on behalf of women? He probably pays for it just to find all those women agreeing to his terms.” Sure, I could see Oliver’s appeal: he was tall, lean, and ripped, with wavy blond hair and laughing blue eyes. And he was witty, and a pretty decent writer. But above all else, he was infuriating.
“Why are you so upset?” Olive’s calm tone wasn’t as soothing as it usually was, which meant I was too upset.
I sucked in a deep breath and held it for ten full seconds before letting it out