“Hello, there is another person involved in this conversation.” Chelsea pushed herself away and turned to glare at them, arms crossed in front of her.
Braden stared at Jamie in confusion for a minute. He’d missed something and hoped Jamie caught it.
“Chels?” Jamie stood. “Did you not want to get married?”
She sniffed. “No.”
Braden swore. “Why not?”
Chelsea lifted her chin. “Because you didn’t ask me.” She twirled on one heel and left them both, retreating to the back of the condo.
Braden dropped his head into his hands while Jamie snickered. They grinned at each other.
“You really okay with me marrying her?” Jamie asked.
“Definitely. Only it looks like we’re going to have some groveling to do first. Hey, that ceremony, the one in front of Alexia?” Braden grabbed Jamie and held him. “You and me are a part of it.”
“Chelsea’s the center.”
Braden nodded. “She always will be, but there’s no denying that you and I are connected as well.” He leaned over to kiss Jamie. They got lost in each other for a minute, Braden tugging Jamie closer until the heat of their bodies meshed together.
“Ahem.”
They broke apart to see Chelsea standing in the doorframe of the kitchen, naked as a jaybird. She lifted a brow before strutting away, the rounds of her ass swaying from side to side.
“I’m ready to grovel,” Jamie said.
“A very good idea. Let’s go grovel together.”
About the Author
Vivian Arend has hiked, biked, skied and paddled her way around most of North America and parts of Europe. Throughout all the wandering in the wilderness, stories have been planted and they are bursting out in vivid colour. Paranormal, twisted fairytales, red-hot contemporaries—the genres are all over.
Between times of living with no running water, she home schools her teenaged children and tries to keep up with her husband—the instigator of most of the wilderness adventures.
She loves to hear from readers: vivarend@gmail.com. You can also drop by www.vivianarend.com for more information on what is coming next.