Halftime Husband -Erin McCarthy Page 0,80
arm wrestle you into compliance. Because you would lose.”
That made me laugh. “I would not lose. There is no way. But no, you don’t need to strongarm me into anything. I’m yours, to do with as you what.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.” She wrapped her arms around my neck.
I kissed her, taking in the taste and feel of her with a whole new appreciation for having lost her. “I missed these lips. I missed you.”
She sighed, but broke away, lowering the mistletoe. “Are the girls upset? They told me they didn’t want you to date.”
“I think that applied to everyone but you. They are one hundred percent on board. Their texts to you today were to confirm that you would be here when I showed up.”
“Devious. All of you. I like it.”
“Poppy was working on a love potion to get us together. That should put your mind at ease. That she wants us together. Not that you’re about to have a stepdaughter who is a mad scientist.”
“She’s got style. You have to admit.”
“She has something.” I brushed her hair back. “Just so you know, I have a housekeeper now who helps with the girls and a driver to take Willow to soccer. You can still travel if you need to for work. We’ll work it out.”
“I don’t think I want to go on tour anymore. I’m not sure what I want to do. I hated school so college is out but I’ll figure it out. Right now I’ll be happy to work part-time when I can, volunteer a ton, and be a wife and stepmom.” She gave me a grin. “Hey, did you know I love parties? Think how many charitable events I can throw.”
I pretended to groan. “Oh, shit, what have I done?” But then I kissed her gently. “I love the idea of you devoting a lot of time to volunteering. You have a beautiful heart, and that all sounds perfect to me. I can even deal with the parties.”
“Are we getting in this carriage?” she asked, gesturing.
The driver was studying his phone, clearly not caring that we had been standing there ten minutes. “Absolutely.” I held my hand out to help her up.
Once she was in, I jumped up in after her. “Go ahead,” I told the driver.
“Where are we going?”
“Not that far.” I had gotten ahead of myself with the proposal.
“This isn’t a surprise wedding, is it?” she asked. “Because that would be amazing.”
I laughed. “It crossed my mind, but I thought you might actually kill me if I did that, so no.”
I’d even nixed the idea of bringing the girls or her friends along to witness the more formal proposal, with a ring.
Instead, I’d found a small outdoor ice-skating rink that I had rented. Having only seen pictures of it online, I was pleasantly surprised to see it was strung with Christmas lights. One end had the igloo I had rented set up off the ice, with a table and chairs, and a heater inside.
“This is so cute,” Dakota said. “Why is no one else here?”
“I rented the whole space. I thought about Rockefeller Center, but there are just so many people.”
“It’s New York. There will always be people.”
“I know. But I want you alone.” I tipped the driver and dismissed him for the night, then jumped out of the carriage. I helped Dakota down.
There was an attendant who gave us our skates and a waiter who took our drink order for the igloo.
“You are a very romantic man,” Dakota said, as we sat in the igloo, putting our skates on. “This is all amazing.”
The waiter brought in a tray of sushi.
“Shut up,” Dakota said. “My favorite.”
The waiter gave me a fist bump. “You’re killing it, bro.”
“Thanks, man.” Once he left, I looked at Dakota. “I had an ulterior motive. I wanted to ensure you would say yes.”
I pulled the ring box out of my pocket and went down on one knee. “I got ahead of myself and proposed on the sidewalk, so this is a bonus proposal. Will you marry me and junk up my bedroom with hand lotion and magazines and shoes?”
Dakota laughed. “Yes, Hater, I will. Now put that ring on me.”
I obeyed.
She sighed. “It’s beautiful.”
“Care to skate with me?” I stood up, gingerly stepping on the concrete, blade guards still on.
“Of course.”
Under the twinkling Christmas lights, we skated together, holding hands. The air was cold and crisp and Felicia had been right. Taking a leap of faith was actually pretty damn easy. Because look what it got me.
“What do you think of getting married on Valentine’s Day?” she asked. “It would be our one-year sex-iversary. What could be more romantic than that?”
“Nothing,” I said. “We can serve dirty martinis, champagne, and Chinese food.”
Dakota stopped in front of me and grabbed the lapels of my jacket. “Brandon?”
“Yes?”
“I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.”
Of course she did. I laughed. “You know I hate that song. I told you that the night we met.”
She got serious. Unexpectedly serious for Dakota. Her eyes were luminous, her full lips parted. “I think life is going to be a daring adventure with you.”
There it was. The unintentional guru as Felicia had called it. I held her tighter against me. “It most definitely is.”
Thanks so much for reading Halftime Husband!
For more sexy rom com fun, DATING THE PLAYER is coming soon, featuring star quarterback Dak North and innocent Eloise. This is book one in a new spin-off series, The Legends!
Dak
I’ve got a big pro football contract, a big appetite for women, and a big mouth. It gets me into trouble more often than not… but this time it lands me with a nerdy little PR gatekeeper who is supposed to control me. But good luck with that.
Eloise and her kitten sweaters and adorable glasses have me thinking about her in a whole different way…
Eloise
I’m not your typical nerd girl. Instead of video games, I love football. I’ve landed my dream job managing social media for my favorite team, but with Dakota North as quarterback it’s a 24/7 job. When I’m told I have to spend a week making sure Dak doesn’t tweet, he seems determined to use that time to flirt with me.
I have to ask myself, what is more important- losing my virginity to a bad boy quarterback or keeping my perfect job?
About the Author
USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Erin McCarthy sold her first book in 2002 and has since written over eighty novels and novellas in the romance and mystery genres. Erin has a special weakness for tattoos, high-heeled boots, and martinis. She lives with her renovation-addicted husband and their blended family of kids and rescue dogs.
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