one side just the way I like it, and my insides melt. “You in?”
“Yes, God yes.” I fall over him, tangling myself up in Holt and this beautiful love we share. Holt slips the ring on my finger and blesses it with a kiss.
The lyrics start, and I hear my name.
Izzy, the first time I saw you—I knew it was you for me right from the beginning…
“Holt, they said my name.”
“I know they did, kitten.” Holt pulls me up. “I asked them to. I found these guys last week, and they worked with me until we nailed it. This song is for you, Iz. I helped write it.” He buries a scorching kiss onto my lips.
“Holt! You didn’t have to do that.” My cheeks flush with heat. “But I’m glad you did.”
“They’re playing our song”—he nods toward the dance floor—“shall we?”
“By all means.” I can’t believe this gorgeous man is going to be my husband. I can’t believe this wild card of a band is singing a song that sounds as if the lyrics were ripped straight from my soul. Mostly, I can’t believe any of this is my life.
Holt leads us to the dance floor, right into the heart of the crowd as a sea of coeds look on.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” I say as we wrap our arms around one another and sway to the music just like we did that first night we kissed.
“It’s just a reflection of who you are. You ready to do this life thing with me?”
“I don’t think I can do it any other way.”
The band sings, Just give me some more of your whiskey kisses, I can’t get enough of those whiskey kisses, and when the night comes to an end and we’re holding each other tight, I whisper—you in, and you say…”
“All the way, baby.” I whisper directly into Holt’s ear as the band finishes the song.
Holt pulls back and gives the hint of his bone-melting grin. He crashes his lips to mine, and the bar, all of Hollow Brook fades away.
Oh, yeah.
I’m all in.
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Prologue
Scarlett
When my siblings and I were young, we didn’t seem to notice the fact we basked in familial perfection, our nuclear family of five so tight like the bud of a rose. But as the years wore on, the flower slowly opened to the cold, cruel world, and one by one the petals fell to the ground until our family unit as we knew it had legally disbanded. At the age of ten, I had to face my parents’ bitter divorce head-on. It was as painful for me as it was my siblings. We devised a secret pact to reunite our mother and father no matter what the cost, but not a single plan our little minds pieced together had the power to prosper. All hope was truly lost.
Mom began dating first. My siblings and I made sure to torment her dapper suitors until they ran for the proverbial childfree hills. My mother, of course, caught on to our little shooing scheme, and from there on out sheltered us from her would-be Prince Charmings until one day she met the person she referred to as Mr. Right—a man who was shockingly not our father. We were quick to correct her. This was Mr. Not Right. Not a single man who walked on the planet, save for our father, could ever be right for our mother. Mom didn’t feel the same. She married her second catch of the day—another