Crazy for Loving You A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy - Pippa Grant Page 0,113

sure she knows it. “Forever,” I agree huskily.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

She laughs, finally, that gloriously happy sound that gives my heart wings, and she lifts her eyes to mine. Sparkling, twinkling blue seas shine at me. “So that’s how it’s going to be, is it?”

I shrug. “Just want you to know what you’re up against here.” My own smile is making my cheeks hurt.

This isn’t the family I pictured for myself. Or the kind of settling down I thought I’d do.

But Daisy and Remy—and whatever comes next—are everything I ever wanted, and so much more.

She sucks in a sudden breath and straightens. “West—I did something else,” she whispers.

I lift a brow and smile, though her own face is pinching again. “Knowing you, you did several somethings.”

“I…found Nina and Baxter.”

My lips part.

All the air leaves me.

Is it possible to be so incredibly happy with the woman I have, while still missing a part of my past?

“Actually, Baxter found me,” she rushes on. “After all the media coverage—he recognized you—and he—they—they want to know if you’re up for flying into South Carolina for coffee sometime.”

Fuck.

Just fuck.

“They do?” My voice cracks, and I don’t care.

This.

Here.

My Daisy.

Our son. By choice.

And the family I thought I lost.

She nods, and her smile goes watery again. “I told them I’d let them know as soon as we could get there. Also, since they’re technically underage, I talked to Sierra, and she approved everything. So, maybe tonight?”

“I fucking adore you,” I tell her. “Thank you. Just—thank you.”

“Love is meant to be shared,” she says. “And you deserve all of it.”

She goes up on tiptoe to claim my lips, and I realize I have one more thing left that I haven’t given her yet.

“You remember the night we met?”

“I love the night we met.”

“I never did finish that striptease for you.”

A spark of intrigue lights her blue eyes. “You’re right. You didn’t.”

I nod toward the pool house.

She kisses me again.

And I know we’re going to have the wildest, most unexpected, biggest-hearted, best next forever in the history of forevers.

Epilogue

Daisy

When West asked me where I wanted to get married, I suggested at the bottom of the ball pit.

The crazy man agreed that squeezing all of our friends and family into the balls was a brilliant idea, and I realized I actually had finally fully met my match.

I blinked first, which amused the hell out of him. I didn’t know the man could laugh that hard, but he did, and it was so hot that every pair of my panties burned up in the resulting lust fire.

Or so I told him.

Also, I like going commando. And he likes it too. I have this strange suspicion that Remy won’t be an only child for long.

I’m daydreaming about our honeymoon as I prop an elbow on the bar at Mordecai’s, where our party has taken up almost the entire bistro for Drag Queen Brunch the day after Christmas, waiting for a bartender so I can ask for a special drink just for my surprise groom, when someone bumps into me from behind.

“Oh! So sorry,” she says.

I look behind me, about to tell her it’s not a problem, when I realize it’s the unicorn author.

I know celebrities. And rock stars. And sports stars. And politicians. I can talk to any of them.

But I’m suddenly completely starstruck as I meet her gaze.

“I lost my keys,” she says, gesturing to her overflowing purse. “I had to have them to get here, but now I can’t find them anywhere, and I already lost a set at home once, so I…sorry. You didn’t need to know that.”

“You do you,” I tell her. “Just don’t ever stop writing. You’re not leaving, are you?”

“No! I left my notebook in my car, and—are you here with the single dad? He should really be on the cover of a book. So hot. Good for you!”

“He should,” I agree. I reach into my purse and pull out a card. “Drop me a note. We’ll see what we can arrange.”

She bites her lip, then grins and nods. “Thanks.”

Excitement bubbles over in my veins even as I realize West is going to kill me.

And then I’ll apologize and do a striptease and seduce him until he can’t remember what I did this time, and I’ll make sure I’m the first one up with Remy the next morning, and he’ll forgive me.

Actually, he’ll forgive me even if I don’t do all that.

Turns out, he likes having fun. It’s been missing from his