Sweet Love (The Sweet, #1) - K.C. Lynn

Sweet Love K.C. LYNN

Sweet Love Copyright © 2016 K.C. LYNN Kindle Edition First Edition: 2016 Editing: Wild Rose Editing Formatting: BB ebooks Cover Art by: Cover to Cover Designs Cover Image by: Perrywinkle Photography Cover Models: Chris and Lauren Anderson Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the author of this book. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication and use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. Warning: Due to mature subject matter, such as explicit sexual situations and coarse language, this story is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.

Dedication This book is dedicated to my husband, the man who inspired Sawyer Evans. Loving you has never been hard, but writing Sawyer taught me to embrace and appreciate all the things about you that drive me crazy. It also reminded me why I fell in love with you, because like Sawyer, you say some of the most perfect things that can heal even the saddest wounds. You’ve loved me on my darkest days. You stayed when so many left. Thank you for loving me even when it hasn’t been easy. This story is for you.

Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Epilogue Excerpt from An Act of Obsession Dear Reader Acknowledgements Author Bio

CHAPTER ONE

Sawyer My eyes open just before my alarm goes off, like they do every morning. Reaching over, I hit the button to silence the beeping that’s about to ensue then register the warmth at my back. I turn over with one thought in mind but come to a halt when my gaze meets a pair of dark green eyes—the same color as mine. Not the warm amber ones I was expecting. However, the girl smiling back at me holds just as big of a place in my heart. “Mornin’, Daddy,” Hope greets me with her megawatt smile that always does funny shit to my chest no matter how many times I see it. I fake a scowl. “Hey, you’re not my Cupcake.” “Nope, it’s me, your Shortcake.” I smirk, unable to keep the farce up any longer. Not when the sweetest face in the world is staring back at me. “How did you know I was hungry for some shortcake this morning?” She squeals before I even touch her, knowing what’s coming. Picking her up, I bring her over my head and nibble on her sides, making sure to touch where she’s most ticklish. She flops around like a fish, screaming for mercy. Taking pity on her, I lay her small body on my chest, bringing her face level with mine. Other than my green eyes she’s the mini version of her mother, and you don’t get much more perfect than my Cupcake…unless you’re my Shortcake. “What are you doing in my bed if you aren’t here to feed me?” “I crawled in here in the middle of the night ’cause I was scared.” “Scared of what?” “Monsters.” “Monsters?” “Yep, a whole bunch of them. They was under my bed.” I love her but she’s as crazy as her mother about this shit. It doesn’t help that Parker has been telling her bedtime stories that horror movies are made of. “Did you tell them what I told you to?” “Yes, I yelled, ‘you better get out of my room or my daddy will kick your ass!’” I quickly clap a hand over her mouth and look out the open bedroom door, praying Grace didn’t hear that or I’ll be in serious shit. This damn swear jar that her and all the women have started has put a major dent in my wallet. “Kid, we talked about this,” I scold gently. “Don’t say that word unless you’re sure no one is around to hear you but me. Daddy has no more money for that damn jar.” She giggles behind my hand, getting spit on it. “Sorry. I meant to say butt.” “That’s better. Now listen, you don’t need to be afraid. There are no monsters.” “How do you know?” “Because there’s no such thing.” “Parker said you, Uncle Jax, and Uncle Cade used to fight and kill monsters.” Well, how the fuck do I explain that? Especially when it’s partially true. And how the hell did Parker hear that? I swear that damn kid has spidey-sense when it comes to his hearing. “Those were different kinds of monsters, baby. They were bad people. They’ll never come into this house or anywhere near us.”

“Or else you’ll hurt them?” “Exactly.” I’d fucking kill them. “I’ll never let anything happen to you. It’s safe here. Uncle Jax, Uncle Cade, and I made sure of that.” After the shooting that went down at Jaxson and Julia’s house with Logan, Jaxson bought land from Cade then I followed. Between the three of us spread out over 100 acres we have our shit rigged so that no one will ever step foot on our property without us knowing. We also have a piece of land sectioned off for Cooper. He has plans to begin building next spring. “We clear, Shortcake?” “Crystal,” she says, tapping me on the nose with her tiny finger. “Good, now give me a kiss.” Crawling up my body, she wraps her small arms around my neck and gives me a big, hard kiss on the cheek. “Love you lots, Jelly Tots.” “Not as much as I love you. Now let’s go see what your brother and that pretty Mama of yours is doing.” I throw on my sweats and T-shirt, something I usually try to do before she sees me in the morning so she doesn’t have to witness the scars. But since she’s been sleeping in here lately that’s been hard to do. Grabbing her, I toss her over my shoulder, causing her to squeal again, and make my way into the kitchen, needing a piece of my Cupcake.

CHAPTER TWO

Grace Chuckie sits by the counter, waiting patiently for something to drop while I bustle around the kitchen, frazzled as I try to get everything in order before heading back over to the bakery this morning. Thank goodness Mac was able to open. I didn’t want to miss the kids’ first day of school. The first day of grade one. Tears sting my eyes at the thought of my babies being gone all day from me. I already feel like a piece of me is missing. “Hey, Mom?” Parker calls behind me. Blinking back my tears, I turn around and paste a smile on face. “What, honey?” “Pull my finger,” he says, sticking his hand out to me. Crossing my arms, I shake my head, my smile becoming more genuine. “Nice try, but I don’t think so.” “Come on. Don’t you trust me?” “I trust you as much as I do your father, and even I know better than to pull anyone’s finger.” “I promise it’s nothing bad,” he says with a straight face. “Please?” With a heavy sigh I reach out to pull his finger, worried with what I’m about to encounter. However, the electric zap I get, zinging its way all the way up my arm, still catches me by surprise and I jump back with a yelp. Parker doubles over, laughing hysterically, before turning his hand over and showing me the tiny metal buzzer hidden under his finger. “Gotcha good, didn’t I?” “Where on earth did ya get that?” “In my practical joke kit that Logan and Anna got me for my birthday. I’m going to do it to my teacher this morning when I meet her.” My eyes widen in horror. “Oh no you’re not! Give it to me right now.” “Aw, come on, Mom, it’s funny.” “I mean it, Parker. Hand it over.” I follow up the order by holding my hand out to him. He rips it off his finger and drops it in my palm, his hope deflating. “I just wanted to make my teacher like me,” he mumbles, making my heart falter. Kneeling down in front of him, I cup his small, handsome face that looks so much like his father ’s. “You don’t need this to make her like you. Just be yourself and she’ll love you as much as I do.” “Chicks like to laugh, Dad said so.” I groan. I should have known this was Sawyer. God knows I love that man but sometimes… “Honey, you’ll make your teacher laugh without this,” I say, holding up the metal zapper. “Because you’re funny all on your own. You’re also lovable.” I press a kiss to his cheek. “Sweet.” Then another on his other side. “And brave.” I kiss his forehead last. “Okay?” “Yeah, okay,” he grumbles. “But, Mom?” “What?” “No kissin’ me like that at school today, okay?” I bite back a smile but my heart aches, hating that he already doesn’t want my affection in front of anyone else. “I promise, but then you have to promise to give me lots of love before we leave.”

He steps into me, wrapping his arms around my neck. I take the opportunity to pepper his face full of kisses. His infectious laugh fills the air as he tries pushing away from me. “Mooom, come on.” “Okay, okay. I’ll stop,” I promise, then press one more kiss to his cheek. “I love you, Parker.” “Love you, too.” “Now go on and get dressed.” As he runs out of the kitchen, I look over at Chuckie who sits next to me, his ears perked up and tongue hanging out. Reaching up, I stroke his soft velvet-like, chocolate ears. “Hey, boy. You’re gonna miss ’em as much as me, aren’t ya?” With a whine he licks the side of my face, bringing a smile to my lips. Kissing the top of his head, I stand and finish packing up the kids’ lunches, making sure to stuff the little note I wrote, to let them know how much I love them, in with their dessert. I’m about to check on Hope and Sawyer but end up staying where I am, feeling him before I see him. That awareness I always get when he’s near, settling deep in my bones. “Hey, Mama,” Hope greets me. Spinning around, I flash that perfected smile I just gave to Parker, my heart stuttering at the sight of my sexy husband with our daughter on his shoulders. “Mornin’, baby girl. You ready for your big day?” “Yes, I’m excited. I can’t wait to meet my teacher and play with Annabelle at recess. But I’m sure gonna miss you and the bakery. Don’t be creatin’ pies without me, okay?” My smile weakens drastically and I feel a lump form in my throat. “I’m gonna miss you, too. I promise, no creatin’ anything without my girl.” Turning back around I fidget with their lunches, hoping to hide my fragile composure. I feel Sawyer ’s eyes on me and know I’m not foolin’ him. “Go get dressed, Shortcake. Breakfast will be ready when you’re done.” “Okay, Daddy.” At the sound of Hope dashin’ from the kitchen Sawyer comes up behind me, his hard body crowding my back as his arms wrap around my waist. His scent surrounds me, bringing me the first small measure of comfort I’ve felt since waking up this morning with an anxious heart. “Cupcake,” he murmurs in my ear before his lips move to my neck, giving me a soft kiss. “Talk to me.” “I’m tryin’ so hard, Sawyer, but I’m totally freakin’ out. How am I just supposed to trust someone else to take care of my babies? What if they get thirsty?” “Then they’ll get a drink of water.” “How? Will Hope feel comfortable enough to ask? And what about when they get hungry? They’re used to eatin’ whenever they want. They can’t do that now.” “Grace, they’re going to school, not prison. They’re allowed food and water.” His arms tighten around me. “Come on, baby, we talked about this. Julia will be there teaching, she’ll make sure all the kids are okay.” Thank goodness for that. If she wasn’t I’d be even more of a mess. “You’re right, I’m sorry, I’m acting ridiculous. I just hate bein’ away from them all day. It seems like such a long time. A lot can happen. What if someone is mean to them or they get hurt?” I whisper, voicing my biggest fear. “Won’t happen.” “How can you be so sure?” “Because everyone in this town knows not to fuck with my kids or I’ll fuck them up.” A giggle escapes me but trails off into a groan because I know he’s serious. I fear for anyone who

messes with my babies. “You’re lucky the kids aren’t around right now or you’d be payin’.” “You know, Cupcake, I’ve been thinking about this swear jar shit and I have a better idea of how I can pay instead of using money.” His hands drop lower, finding their way up my dress and under my apron. “Oh?” I say breathlessly, my brain short-circuiting like it always does from his touch. “What are you thinkin’?” “I’m thinking I could use my mouth instead. I’d start at your lips, slipping my tongue between them to taste your sweetness,” he murmurs in my ear, sending shivers throughout my body. “Then I would move lower and suck your pretty pink nipples into my mouth, taking them between my teeth until you’re begging for more.” He nips my earlobe sharply, drawing a heated moan from me. “Then I’d move to my favorite place of all.” His fingers grip my hips, pulling me back against his hardness. “I’d dip my face between your sexy legs and bury my tongue in your sweet pussy, drinking in everything that belongs to me. I’d eat you so good, baby, you’d be screaming for my cock.” A harsh whimper parts my lips, his filthy mouth robbing me of everything but the need coursing through me. With a growl he spins me around and claims my mouth, inhaling all the air out of my lungs. Rising up on my tiptoes, I wrap my arms around his neck and he picks me up so my feet dangle off the floor. His tongue beautifully tangles with mine as he devours me. No matter how many times I’ve kissed this man, he still manages to take my breath away with every kiss. He sets me on the counter and steps between my legs. His kiss slows but his lips remain connected with mine. “I missed you this morning, Cupcake. I had plans for you.” I smile against his mouth. “Mmm, sorry. I had to drop some stuff off at the bakery since Mac is opening for me.” He pulls back, a scowl on his face. “I told you I don’t like you going in that early. You need to sleep more, Grace.” I mock a scowl back at him. “I know that, Sexy Sawyer, but I own the place, thanks to you,” I add with a wink. “Which means I have responsibilities that call for early mornin’s some days. Like today.” Fisting my hands in his shirt, I tug him back to me. “So stop bein’ a grouch and kiss me again.” He grunts. “If you would have stayed in bed I would have done a lot more to you.” His hands move to my hips, dragging me closer to the edge of the counter so I can feel his erection between my legs. “When we drop the kids off I’m parking some place and you’re going to ride my cock until you’re screaming my name.” I scoff but shift on the counter, trying to alleviate the sharp ache between my legs. “Not when you’re bein’ bossy.” With a smirk he leans into my neck, gently nipping and sucking at my delicate skin. “You like it when I’m bossy. Don’t tell me your pussy isn’t soaked for me right now.” “God, Evans, that filthy mouth of yours is going to be the death of me,” I breathe. He pulls back and captures my lips. “You love it, and I’ll bet your anxiety is gone.” I still, and realize he’s right. That heaviness in my chest has lessened drastically. Instead I’m left with a different feeling, one torturing the spot between my legs. My eyes narrow but a small smile quirks my lips. “Clever, Evans.” His husky chuckle washes over me. “That’s nothing new, baby. I’m fucking brilliant, you know this.”

Rolling my eyes, I give him a push on the chest at the same moment Hope and Parker enter the kitchen, all dressed in their new outfits. “Oh my gosh, look at my babies!” Hope is wearing a cream lace sundress with her Grace and Lace knee-high socks, the frilly edge peeking above her brown boots. She holds the matching lace flower in her hand for me to put in her hair. Parker wears his new jeans, a white T-shirt with a green dress shirt over top that’s left unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled part of the way up. The distinct color makes his already dark green eyes pop. I jump off the counter to kneel in front of them and take them in my arms. “Y’all look beautiful.” “Thanks, Mama.” Hope’s little arms squeeze me tight while Parker steps back. “Excuse me, but I think you mean handsome.” I nod. “Yes, you’re right, I did. Sorry. But where is your bow tie I bought you?” Instead of answering, he looks up at his father behind me. I turn around to see Sawyer shaking his head. “He isn’t wearing any bow tie, Cupcake.” “Why not? It looks adorable.” “I’m with Dad, Mom. I don’t wanna wear it.” I look back at Parker, his expression saying it all. “Oh all right, if ya don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it.” I grab Hope’s flower and pin it in her hair. “Go on and have a seat at the table, your oatmeal should be cooled enough now.” “Morning, boy,” Sawyer greets Parker, putting out his fist for him to bump. “Morning, Dad.” “You excited about today?” “Yep.” “You’re going to take good care of your sister, right?” “Yep. Don’t worry, me and Beckett got this,” he assures him. “If anyone will be bugging her it’ll be us!” he adds with a chuckle, bringing a smile to my face. That boy is so much like his father it terrifies me. Hope’s little face scrunches up. “You boys better not or I’ll give ya a what for,” she says, shaking her fist at him. “All right, eat up now, both of ya.” I move to the counter to grab their lunch boxes when a beeping noise ensues, alerting us of someone’s arrival. It always goes off when someone turns onto our driveway. Sawyer looks at me. “You expecting someone?” “Yeah, I’ll get it. It’s probably Mrs. Kershaw. She’s supposed to be dropping off a cake pan I lent her.” At the sound of the doorbell I pass the lunch boxes to Sawyer. “Can you put these in their backpacks please?” Leaving the kitchen, I walk past the living room to the front door and open it with a smile that quickly vanishes when I see it’s not Mrs. Kershaw. I blink several times, thinking the man standing before me isn’t who I think it is. It can’t be. “Grace.” My father greets me with a nod, his expression somber. My pulse kicks up, that long buried ache in my chest rising to the surface. “Governor,” I say, proud of myself for how strong my voice sounds but then quickly remember he isn’t the governor any longer. “I know it’s early and I’m sorry to barge in on you like this, but…I was hoping I could speak with you for a moment. It’s important.”

I continue to stare at him, still having a hard time believing he’s here. A part of me wants so badly to slam the door in his face and tell him to go to hell. But the other part is curious as to why the man who threw me away like a dirty little secret is showing up here now after all these years. It’s that part that has me taking a step back and allowing him to enter. “Thank you,” he says, stepping in. After closing the door, I invite him to take a seat in the living room. Before he can sit on the couch, Sawyer walks in with Hope in his arms. “Grace, baby, where’s…” He trails off and comes to an abrupt halt when he sees who’s standing in our living room. There’s only a split second of shock that resonates on his face before fury replaces it. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” “Sawyer!” I snap, looking at Hope, whose smile diminishes, sensing the tension. “What’s wrong, Dad?” Parker asks, walking into the room. He looks back and forth between Sawyer and my father. “Who’s this guy?” Clearing his throat, my father is the one to speak first. “Well hello, you must be Parker and Hope,” he says, surprising me. “I’m—” “Parker, take your sister and go into your room,” Sawyer orders, putting Hope to her feet. “Don’t come back out until I tell you to.” “Okay, Dad.” I try to give a reassuring smile as Parker leads Hope from the room, letting them know everything will be all right. Once the bedroom door closes, Sawyer takes a menacing step toward my father. “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here but if you don’t get the fuck out of my house—” “Sawyer, stop!” I step in front of him, pressing against his chest. “Listen, I understand you don’t want me here and I don’t blame you, but I need to speak with Grace. I wouldn’t have bothered you both if this wasn’t a matter of life and death.” There’s a crack in his voice that has me turning around to face him. For the first time I notice how haggard and worn he looks rather than the clean-cut politician he portrays himself to be. Or at least from what I’ve seen the odd time in the newspaper. This man is someone I try to avoid seeing at all costs, which is usually pretty easy since I’m here in Sunset Bay and I ignore all things political. “Please, just a few minutes of your time,” he says, looking at me instead of Sawyer. “It has to be quick. I need to get my kids off to school.” I can feel Sawyer ’s disapproval at my back but he remains quiet. “I understand.” Instead of taking a seat, he drags a hand down his face, letting out a weary breath. “There’s no easy way to say this so I’m just going to do it and hope you’ll hear me out. As you know I have two other daughters—” “I know you have two daughters, yes.” I don’t let him get away with saying ‘other ’ because he’s only ever had two. Which is fine because I have Mac and he’s been more of a father to me than anyone ever has. “My oldest, Piper, she’s twenty-one and in college.” He continues to talk as if I didn’t correct him. “My other one, Lucy, is seventeen and supposed to graduate this year.” His eyes drop to the floor, his voice solemn. “Get on with it, old man, my patience is wearing thin,” Sawyer warns. My father ’s eyes lock with mine, tears brimming in their depths. “Two weeks ago she got very sick. Just out of the blue. She’s always been a healthy kid. We just thought it was the flu. Except one night after cheerleading practice she passed out. Her coach called 9-1-1 and she was rushed to the hospital. We found out she had a severe bacterial infection and it entered her bloodstream. It almost killed her. Thankfully, the doctors were able to stop it, but not before it attacked her kidneys. Both are

damaged beyond repair,” he says, a tear slipping down his face before he quickly wipes it away and clears his throat. “She’s on dialysis now but it’s not doing much and she’s getting sicker. It’s not something she can remain on much longer. She needs a kidney transplant and she needs one sooner rather than later or she will not survive.” My heart breaks, thinking about the young girl who should still have so much life ahead of her. “Are the doctors going to give her a transplant?” I ask, still wondering why he’s telling me all of this. “They don’t have a match. Lucy’s blood type is rare and she can only receive a kidney from someone who has the same type. No one in my family is a match…except one.” I swallow thickly, my hands beginning to tremble, having a pretty good idea which one, but I ask anyway. “What’s the blood type?” “O negative,” he replies, his eyes remaining locked with mine. “You son of a bitch.” Sawyer ’s furious tone has a shiver working down my spine. “How dare you think you can come here and put this on her.” “I don’t have anyone else to ask.” “You find someone else,” Sawyer bellows, moving around me. “You’re not jeopardizing my wife’s life for your daughter ’s, you piece of shit!” “There is no one else,” my father yells back, his own temper flaring. “Do you think I’d be here if I had anyone else?” Even though I already knew this, his comment still strikes me to the core. “That’s not what I meant,” he rushes to say, but it’s too late. Sawyer grabs the back of his suit jacket, dragging him to the front door, while I remain frozen in spot, rendered speechless. “Please, Grace, just consider it,” he begs, his voice desperate. “She needs you. She’s only seventeen.” Sawyer flings open the door and pushes him through it. “Get the fuck off my property and don’t ever come near my family again.” The slam of the door makes me flinch, knocking me out of my stunned state. Walking into the kitchen, I brace my hands on the counter and take deep breaths, trying to grasp what just happened. She needs you. She’s only seventeen. The broken words replay in my head, striking me in the heart. “Don’t even think about it.” I spin around to see Sawyer watching me, his eyes harboring a concealed rage most people never want to see released. “This isn’t your problem.” “How can you say that?” I ask on a whisper. “Because it’s the goddamn truth.” He moves to stand in front of me. “You’re not even going to think about this. We are not going to talk about it. We’re going to pretend that bastard never showed up and continue on with our lives. Do you understand?” My back goes straight, my turmoil quickly switching to anger. “Watch it, Sawyer. Don’t you be orderin’ me around like a dog. I have no idea what I’m gonna do but this is my decision and mine alone.” “Bullshit it is! You’re my wife—” “And this is my body,” I scream back. “How dare you try to tell me what to do.” “Are you telling me you’re actually considering this? You’d risk us losing you?” I shake my head, my heart slicing open at the thought. “No. I just…I don’t know what to think. I don’t know anythin’. All I know is you have no right to take away my decision.” “There is no decision! We’re your family. We are what’s important. He can find someone else to help his family while I do what I need to do, to protect mine.”

“Mama, Daddy, why are y’all fightin’?” My head snaps to the side at the sound of Hope’s wobbly voice. Parker stands next to her, his arm around her as he glares at Sawyer. Covering my mouth I turn around, wanting to shield them from my pain. “We aren’t fighting, Shortcake. Just having a little disagreement is all, but it’s fine now. Nothing to sweat about,” Sawyer assures her. “Promise?” she asks softly. “Yeah. I promise.” Gathering my composure, I turn around to see Sawyer holding her while standing next to Parker with a hand on his shoulder. “Your father ’s right, everythin’ is fine,” I lie, giving them a smile that I’m sure isn’t fooling them, because the fact of the matter is, everything’s far from fine. “Come on now, let’s get to school.”

CHAPTER THREE

Sawyer A fter dropping the kids off I parted ways with Grace, and not the way I intended to this morning. Storming into the gym I head straight for the locker room with my bag in hand, ignoring everyone’s stares and greetings, my blood still on fire. I slam open my locker and intend to throw my bag in but end up taking my aggression out on it. My fist crushes the metal over and over, the jarring impact doing nothing to lessen the rage pumping through me. By the time I’m done with it the door barely hangs on by its hinges. “Fuck!” Ripping it off, I throw it to the other side of the room and see Sarge standing there, watching me. He looks down at where the crushed locker door sits then back at me, taking a bite of his breakfast burrito. “Everything okay?” Before I can respond, Jaxson and Cade come walking in to see my destruction. Sarge points at me. “He did it.” “What the fuck is your problem?” Jaxson asks. “Nothing,” I grumble and go pick up the wrecked door to throw it out. “Yeah, nothin’,” Sarge mocks. “Haven’t ya ever seen someone beat the shit out of a locker for the hell of it?” I glare at him, not appreciating his smart-ass comment. “What’s going on, Evans?” Cade asks. “That motherfucker had the balls to come to my house and ask my wife to jeopardize her fucking life for his daughter.” Jaxson straightens. “What the hell are you talking about?” Usually, I’d keep something like this private but they’re family. Reining in my fury, I tell them the whole story, right from the moment the bastard showed up to when I kicked him out and fought with Grace. “Jesus, who the fuck does he think he is, risking one daughter ’s life for another?” Jaxson says, sounding as pissed as me. “Exactly! You know he doesn’t give a shit about Grace, he never has.” “What did Grace say?” Cade asks. “Nothing. She just stood there in shock, and was probably pretty fucking hurt.” Then I went and added to it. No, I refuse to go there. I put my foot down because I know her. She would consider it. She has the biggest heart out of anyone I know, but there’s no fucking way I’m risking her. Just the thought has my lungs constricting painfully. “You know this is her decision, right? You can’t tell her no,” Cade says, knocking me from my thoughts. “The hell I can’t. Don’t you tell me you’d let Faith do this.” “I wouldn’t want her to. I’d try to talk her out of it, but in the end it’s not my decision just like it’s not yours.” “She’s my wife and the mother of my children. You’re damn right I have a say, and I fucking say no!”

“I’m with him,” Jaxson says, backing me up. “No way would I let Julia risk herself. I feel sorry for the girl going through this, and I hope they find someone to help her, but it’s not fair to ask this of Grace.” “I’m not saying it’s fair. I’m saying he can’t decide for her.” “I agree with the big guy here.” Sarge jerks his thumb at Cade before taking another bite of his burrito. “Too late, I already did, and I’m not backing down. She isn’t doing this.” I won’t risk losing her. Not—fucking—happening. And if that bastard ever comes near her again, it will be the last thing he does.

CHAPTER FOUR

Grace “I’m telling you, Grace, I think my boy has a crush on your girl,” Kayla says with a smile while I wipe down the counter she’s sitting at. “He told me all about his first day of school, and how he did not like that some other boy was talking with Hope, asking her to play with him at recess. Apparently he and Parker shut that down fast,” she adds with a chuckle. “I think back to how stressed he was about what to buy her for a birthday gift and now this… Yep, no doubt, my boy has a crush.” Hearing that brings the first genuine smile to my face and warmth to my heart since the disaster yesterday morning. “That’s adorable, and here she wonders why he’s always pickin’ on her with Parker.” “Exactly, it’s because he likes her. That’s how boys show it at this age.” She shrugs. “All in all it seems yesterday was a good day for them. I’m glad the three of them got into the same class.” “Yeah, me, too. The kids said they had a great day. I just wish our morning started out better,” I say, trying to find a way to lead into telling her about my father because I need someone to talk to. She immediately senses my turmoil and straightens. “What happened?” Looking around at the few patrons sitting in booths, I lean in closer and tell her all about my father ’s unexpected visit. The expression on her face would be comical if there were anything funny about this situation, but there’s not. “What a bastard. He’s got some nerve,” she seethes quietly. “I’m trying so hard not to be hurt. I knew he didn’t love me, but for him to ask me to risk myself for his other daughter…it really stings, Kayla.” Reaching over, she lays her hand on mine. “I’m sorry.” “You know what’s the saddest part of all?” I whisper sadly, trying to keep my emotions in check. “What?” “That a seventeen-year-old girl is dying and I may be her only hope.” She immediately shakes her head. “No. Grace, listen to me. My heart hurts for this girl too, and I pray they are able to help her, but you cannot take this on as your responsibility.” I remain quiet because I’m not so sure I agree. “What did Sawyer have to say?” I scoff but feel my heart ache all over again. We haven’t spoken since and I hate it, hate the tension surrounding us, especially when I need him now more than ever. “Uh oh, that bad?” “Yeah. He was so angry and we got into a horrible argument. He got all bossy and told me that I won’t be considerin’ it.” “Sounds like him,” she says, knowing my husband all too well. “As much as that man can be a hothead just remember he loves you and he’s scared.” “I know. Hard to remember that though when we’re both still mad and not talkin’ to each other.” “Well maybe that’s the problem. Maybe you should talk to him. Tell him how hurt you are with how he reacted. Get it off your chest.” I nod. “Yeah, you’re right.” She glances down at her phone before looking at me regretfully. “I’m so sorry, I gotta run. I have an appointment in twenty minutes then I need to pick Ella up from preschool. You going to be okay?” I wave her away. “Yes, yes. You know me, I’m always okay.”

She comes around the counter and gives me a hug. “Stay strong, Grace. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll call you this evening and we’ll talk more.” “Thank you.” “Anytime.” Stepping back, she grabs her purse and heads for the door. “Bye.” “Bye,” I say softly. The booth of teenage girls leave after her, giving me a small wave that I return. It leaves only Mr. and Mrs. Atkins. With a smile I go refill their coffee mugs then get things ready for the lunch rush. The bell over the door jingles while I’m putting out more slices of pie in the display case. “Just a moment please,” I say, quickly arranging the slices. I look up to greet the person with a smile that diminishes when I see who it is. The sad woman is someone I recognize but have never met. Even if I hadn’t seen pictures of her back when I first looked up my father years ago I’d know who she was by the devastation in her eyes. “Grace Evans?” she asks, pain as thick in her voice as it is on her face. “Yes, I’m Grace,” I whisper, managing to get the words out past my dry throat. “I’m Barbara Weston.” “I know who you are.” She watches me for a moment, her lips quivering. “I’m sorry that I didn’t know who you were until three days ago.” I shrug and give her a sad smile, unsure of what to say. I figured his daughters never knew about me but I wasn’t sure about her. Feeling my hands beginnin’ to tremble, I clasp them tightly in front of me. “I’m sorry to bother you at work but I was hoping I could have a few minutes of your time?” I remain silent, my heart racing at the thought. I can’t be breakin’ down at work. “Please. Just a few minutes. I know you’re busy.” Her desperate plea has me unable to deny her. Glancing at the clock I see Mac will be back in half an hour to help with the lunch rush. “Yeah, okay.” I gesture for her to take a seat at the booth closest to us. “Can I get ya anythin’? A coffee or slice of pie?” “No, but thank you.” Taking a seat, she glances around the bakery, her eyes locking on the enlarged picture of Mama and me behind the counter. “Is that your mother?” “Yes,” I reply softly. “She’s beautiful.” Her words are genuine, her expression soft as she stares at the photo. “Yes, she was. Inside and out.” Barbara looks the opposite of my mother. She’s beautiful too but in a more sophisticated way. My mother had long, wavy blonde hair and warm brown eyes that you would feel all the way to your soul when looking into them. Barbara has short brown hair that’s styled into a bob and blue eyes that are most probably usually bright but at the moment are sad and dim. “I know this must be uncomfortable for you, and I’m so sorry for that. John didn’t want me coming but I had to.” Reaching into her purse, she pulls out a picture and passes it to me, her hand trembling as badly as mine. “This is my Lucy, the one John told you is sick,” she explains as I take the photo from her. “It was taken just a few months ago.” The teenage girl in the picture has dirty blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and a vibrant smile that instantly brings one of my own. She looks so happy and full of life, kinda how I remember myself before Mama passed away. “Do you have children, Grace?”

The question has my gaze snapping to hers. “Yes. I have six-year-old twins. Parker and Hope.” “Twins. How wonderful.” She smiles but it’s halfhearted, the stark pain in her eyes overshadowing it. “Then I’m sure you can understand where I’m coming from.” She swallows thickly, her breath hitching. “I know you must hate him, and I don’t blame you. I’m pretty angry at him myself right now, but…please don’t let that influence your decision about whether or not to help my baby.” Tears begin rushing down her face, the sight of her agony striking me deeply. “I hate to even ask this of you, after knowing everything my husband put you through, but we’re running out of time and right now you’re my only hope.” A sob tears from her at the last of her words and it has one shattering my own chest. She reaches over and grips my hand in hers. “I’m begging you, please, will you at least get tested to see if you could even be a possibility for her? I can’t survive without her. If she dies, I’ll die with her.” With hot tears tracking down my face, I stare at the girl in the picture again. A girl who still has so much to live for and experience. “Yes,” I whisper, swiping at my cheeks. “I can’t promise that I’ll do it. I have my own family to think about too, but I will get tested to see if I’m even an option for her.” A relieved breath escapes her. “Thank you. That’s all I’m asking for right now.” Grabbing a card from her purse, she hands it to me. “This is Dr. Schaefer, she is Lucy’s doctor. She will be able to explain everything and get you in for the testing. Results can take some time to get back, even on a rush, so the sooner you can come in, the better.” Taking the card from her, I stand. “I’ll call her right away and get in as soon as possible.” She slides out of the booth and throws her arms around me, another sob fleeing her. As uncomfortable as it is, I hug her back because well, if anyone needs one right now it’s this woman. “Thank you. You have no idea what it means to me that you will even think about this.” Actually, I do, because this woman’s desperation to save her daughter has me thinking about everything I would do to save mine.

* I work through the lunch rush in a complete fog, my mind racing and heart aching. Once the last of the customers leave, Mac pulls me in for a hug. I squeeze him back tightly and soak in the comfort his arms bring me. “Talk to me, darlin’, I don’t like seein’ you like this.” Stepping back I look up at him, his concerned brown eyes has me tellin’ him about my visit with Barbara. I told him yesterday morning about my father. “That woman came here?” he seethes. “Damn it. What the hell is wrong with these people?” “She’s just trying to save her daughter, somethin’ I can understand.” He immediately knows where my head is. “Darlin’, we talked about this. This isn’t on you.” “But it is, Mac. I’m the only hope right now for this young girl’s life.” It’s clear by his expression he disagrees. “You know that husband of yours isn’t going to like this.” “I know. I’m not going to tell him anything yet. I’ve only agreed to getting tested to see if I can even be considered for her. There’s no sense in getting him upset and fightin’ even more about it if I can’t help her anyway. Once I get the results back then I’ll tell him and we’ll go from there.” He expels a weary breath and pulls me back in his arms. “All right. I don’t like it, but all right. You just let me know what you need from me.” My heart warms at his willingness to help me even though he’s not happy about me doing this.

“Can you be here with Amber tomorrow, late in the afternoon?” I ask, referring to the young girl who I have helping after school. “The doctor can see me then.” “Of course. I’ll be here. I’ll always be here for you, whenever you need me.” “Thanks, Mac. I love you,” I whisper, hugging him a little tighter. I don’t know what I’d ever do without this man; he’s the father I wish I always had. “I love ya too, darlin’. Always.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Sawyer “W hen are we leaving?” Parker grumbles, hitting one of the punching bags while I pack up for the day. “Soon.” “I still don’t know why Mom didn’t pick us up from school.” He doesn’t make eye contact with me and begins hitting the bag harder. “I told you she had errands to run in the city. And since when do you hate being here so much? I’d expect this from your sister, not you.” I glance over at Hope to see her lying on one of the weight benches with her fluffy feather pen and pink notebook she writes all her pie creations in. “Well today I feel like being with Mom.” It’s obvious he’s still pissed at me for the argument I got in with Grace the other morning. “Lose the attitude, kid, or it’s going to make for a long night.” He does the opposite of what I say and glares up at me. “I’ll stop when you’re not making Mom cry anymore.” I tense. “What are you talking about?” “She was crying early this morning when she thought we were all sleeping. I heard her when I got up and went to the bathroom.” Well shit. I heard her get up early too, but I just thought it was because she was still mad and didn’t want to wake up next to me. I fucking hate that we’re still not talking, but that shit stops tonight. Three days is enough. I need my Cupcake back and happy. Kneeling down in front of him, I put a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, Parker, I know things have been tense around the house these past few days and I’m sorry, but I’ll fix it, okay?” “Don’t yell at her like that again. No one does that to her, including you.” If the kid wasn’t sticking up for his mother right now, I’d put the mouthy little shit in his place. However, he has a point. “I wasn’t yelling at her. I was just…yelling,” I explain, not making the situation better. “We had a disagreement, it happens, but I’ll make it right.” “Okay.” “We good?” He nods, his body more relaxed. “Yeah, we’re good.” “Come here, kid.” I pull him in for a hug. “I love you and I’m proud of you for sticking up for your mom, but I promise you don’t need to with me.” “I love you too, Dad.” “Give me a few minutes and we’re out of here,” I say, releasing him. “Okay.” He goes back to hitting the bag, this time not so angry. “Hey, Daddy?” Hope yells from across the gym, as I’m about to make my way to the locker room. “Yeah, Shortcake, what’s up?” “What do you like better, white chocolate or milk chocolate?” “Milk chocolate.” “Okay. How do you spell that?” With a smirk I spell it out for her and it takes her a while before she has it written down.

“Your turn, Uncle Jax. What do you like better, blueberries or strawberries?” Jaxson looks over at her from his station where he spots one of the fighters. “Blueberries.” “Okay, great! How do you spell that?” As Jaxson spells it out for her, I go grab my bag from my locker. When I’m walking out, Cade is spelling marshmallows, which I’m assuming was his pick. “Your turn, Mr. Sarge. Which you like better, whippin’ cream or butterscotch?” Sarge stops what he’s doing in the ring and looks over at her. “Definitely whipping cream, little lady. Especially if it comes with my woman,” he adds with a wink. Good thing Logan isn’t here right now to hear that. He’s still getting used to his mom and Sarge dating. “Sorry, but I don’t think your woman is gonna wanna be put in the oven,” she says with a giggle. “Now, how do you spell whippin’ cream?” I’m the one to spell it out for her. “I can’t wait to show this one to Mama. It’s gonna be amazin’,” she says, closing up her book. “What are you making?” Jaxson asks. “I’m makin’, y’all a special pie. It’s gonna be called Hero Pie, because y’all are heroes and I’m puttin’ your favorites in it.” Yep, there’s no girl like my Shortcake. Except my Cupcake, who I plan to make things right with so we can get back to how things were before that bastard showed up.

CHAPTER SIX

Grace “T hank you for coming in, Grace. It’s appreciated that you’re willing to see if you can even be an option for Lucy. Time is definitely of the essence right now,” Dr. Schaefer says. “You’re welcome.” I fidget nervously with the bottom edge of my dress, trying to calm my anxious heart. “I know this is a big decision, which is why it’s important I explain everything to you in detail. Let’s start with Lucy’s condition. As you were told, she suffered a severe bacterial infection that entered her bloodstream and it attacked her kidneys. When someone has kidney failure, deterioration usually occurs over time. However septicemia, which is what Lucy had, attacks your organs quickly. Although we were able to stop the infection, it still left her very ill and it destroyed her kidneys beyond repair. Dialysis can already be very grueling and with Lucy being as sick as she is, it’s making her sicker. This is not a long-term solution for her, which is why she is in desperate need of this transplant.” All this information has my heart breaking for the young girl. “This is where you come in. Even though you have the same blood type as Lucy there are still many other things we must factor in. First we will do some blood work; we run three main tests that type and crossmatch,” she says, losing me already, but I still listen intently to her explanations. “I’m also going to do an ultrasound today to measure your kidneys. That way, if all does come back a match, it’s one less thing to check off since time is of importance right now.” “How long will it take to find out if I’m a match or not?” “Usually it can take weeks; however, as I said, time is delicate right now so I’ve ordered it stat. I’m pushing to have the results back no later than a week.” A week…a week to possibly make one of the biggest decisions of my life. “If you are a match there are a few things you need to consider before making your decision. This is a procedure we do often, but there can still be complications. And with you sharing the same rare blood type as Lucy, you have to understand the risk you’re taking if something ever happens and you’re in need of another kidney.” I nod. “Yes, I’ve thought about that.” “It’s also important for you to know that there is a possibility Lucy’s body could reject your kidney, despite potentially being a match.” “What?” I ask, appalled at the thought. “So after all this it may not even save her life?” “That’s correct.” “No offense, Doctor, but the more we talk, the less I feel like this is something I should even be considerin’.” Her expression softens. “I understand your concern. Keep in mind I’m starting with the worst possible scenario because it’s important you know the risks when making your decision. However, with all that being said, it is also very probable that this could work out for everyone. Lucy could have the kidney she needs, and both of you could live very long, healthy lives with no complications. This is our ultimate goal and we’ll do everything in our power to make that happen.” That’s still a lot of ifs. “But we can cross that bridge when we come to it. In the meantime, let’s perform the tests to see if

you’re even a match for Lucy.” I nod, having a hard time finding words at the moment. With a smile that I’m sure is supposed to reassure me, she stands and leads us out of her office. Two hours later, I’m headed down the hall with a cup of juice in my hand, ready to go home. As I pass the hospital’s gift shop I see my father and Barbara off to the side, looking like they’re arguin’ about something. I look around for another way out but Barbara ends up spotting me. “Grace.” Leaving her spot in front of my father, she rushes over and wraps me in a hug. “Dr. Schaefer said you were here. Thank you for coming in so quickly. Did everything go all right with your tests?” I look away from my father who is watching us awkwardly and hug her back, feeling uncomfortable but don’t want to be rude. “I think they did.” She pulls back, grasping my shoulders with a sad smile. “Good. I’m glad to hear that.” My father chooses that moment to come over. “Grace, thank you for coming.” My response is a simple nod. “Are you here alone?” Barbara asks. “Yeah, my husband is with my children,” I say, not wanting to tell them Sawyer has no idea I’m here. The thought has guilt twisting in my tummy. “Actually, I was just on my way out to—” “Would you like to meet her?” I tense at the question, my pulse thrumming nervously at the thought. “Does she even know about me?” She nods. “Yes, both she and Piper do.” Can I do this? Do I want to? What if I can’t go through with it? It would make it so much harder to say no… “Barbara, leave her be,” my father says, not giving me a chance to respond. I have no idea if it’s because he doesn’t want me put on the spot or he doesn’t want me to meet her. My guess is the latter and I try not to let that sting. “It’s okay, honey, you don’t have to, I understand,” she says, doing her best to keep a smile in place, but guilt still plagues me. “I’ll meet her,” I blurt out, surprising myself. “I mean, if she wants to meet me, that is.” Her smile becomes more genuine. “I know she’d love it. Come on.” Moving her arm around me, she walks us to the elevator and hits the button for the third floor. Things are silent and awkward, mainly because of my father. It’s hard for me to be around him. Making this decision will have nothing to do with him and everything to do with a young girl who I’ve never even met. At the ding of our arrival we step out into the ICU, and I’m brought over to a sink to wash my hands. My heart hammers in my chest the moment Barbara grasps the door handle. “I’ll wait out here,” my father says, making me a little less anxious. I’d rather he not be in there, too. This is hard enough as it is. Barbara obviously agrees, giving him a tight nod. With a soft knock she slowly opens the door and enters. “Hey, I have someone here for you girls to meet.” She turns around to see me still standing by the door, frozen to my spot. “Come on, honey. It’s all right.” Putting a hand on my back she leads me in. “Girls, I’d like you to meet Grace Evans.” My eyes lock on the girl sitting next to the hospital bed first. “Grace, this is Piper.” Barbara introduces her. Piper stands, her eyes wide as she takes me in. She’s tall and slender with blonde hair and dark

blue eyes. She offers me a kind yet sad smile. “Hi, Grace. It’s nice to meet you.” “Hi, Piper, nice to meet you, too.” I reach out and shake her hand. “Well, if it isn’t our long-lost sister we didn’t know about, and look, Pipe, she’s prettier than the both of us. Guess we know who got all the looks in the family.” At the teasing yet frail voice my eyes dart to the girl I’ve been avoiding looking at, and my heart plummets at the sight of her. She’s beautiful like her picture but looks nothing like the vibrant girl I saw in the photo. Her skin is pale, her light blue eyes duller, and her cheeks sunken in. Yet as weak as she looks, her smile is strong and the most genuine out of anyone in the room. It makes me want to break down on the spot. Piper hushes her, nudging her arm. “And this comedian is Lucy.” Barbara introduces the young girl, her voice soft and filled with affection. “Don’t mind her, she always has something amusing to say.” I offer her the best smile I can muster. “Hi, Lucy, it’s nice to meet you.” “Same here, thanks for coming,” she says, taking a more serious tone. I nod, my throat feeling awfully tight. “Piper, honey, why don’t we give Grace and Lucy some time to talk.” Instinct has me instantly wanting to object, but I don’t. Mainly because after meeting Lucy, I do want to get to know her. Barbara touches my arm. “We’ll wait for you outside. Take your time,” she says before both her and Piper leave the room. At the click of the door I point to the chair next to the bed. “Mind if I sit down?” “Of course not.” I take a seat next to her and try to think of something to say. “So I heard you cheer.” “Yeah, I’m captain of my squad…or was. I love it.” “Me, too. I used to cheerlead back in high school.” “Really?” I nod. “That’s cool. Mama told me you own a bakery.” I smile. “I do. It was a dream of mine from the time I was a little girl. My husband bought it for me for our first Christmas together.” Warmth invades my chest at the memory. “Wow. That’s some Christmas gift.” “It is,” I agree with a chuckle. “What kind of things do you bake?” “Everything but mainly pies, those are my specialty. Breakfast pies, lunch pies, supper pies, dessert pies.” “That’s a lot of different pies,” she says, making me smile. “How many recipes do you have?” I’m not sure if she’s just trying to keep the conversation going but she does seem genuinely interested so I tell her all about them, right from when Mama and I first began to create together. “Some of the best recipes were by her, but most are from myself, with the help of my little girl,” I add, my voice soft with affection. She smiles. “Mama said you have twins.” “I do.” “Tell me about them,” she whispers, exhaustion suddenly evident in her low tone. “They’re six. My son, Parker, is as brave and confident as his father, and my little girl, Hope, who’s named after my mother, is everythin’ I’ve always wanted in a daughter. She’s exactly like my mama and I used to be, and I treasure that.”

“Your mom passed away,” she says as a statement rather than a question. I nod. “She did.” “I’m sorry.” “Thank you.” Thankfully, she drops it. “Sounds like you have a wonderful family.” “I do. They mean the world to me.” She looks away as silence settles between us. I notice her hands fidgeting with the blanket nervously. “I know we’re just meeting for the first time and all but if you think about it, since we’re technically sisters, your kids are kind of my niece and nephew.” Although this isn’t the first time I’ve thought about that, hearing her say it still strikes me deep, because they are the only blood relatives my kids have from my side. “That’s true.” Her eyes find mine again, tears glistening in them, but her voice is strong. “You don’t have to do it, Grace. I know my parents are begging you, but you don’t have to.” Her breath hitches, the first of her tears falling, making my throat burn somethin’ fierce. “I’m not going to lie and say I’m not terrified to die, because I am. I’m so scared,” she whispers. “I’ve been trying to put on a brave face, especially for my family because I know this is killing them. But this isn’t your responsibility. You have a beautiful family and I wouldn’t blame you one bit for not wanting to risk that, especially after what my father has done. So please, don’t think you have to do this. My fate doesn’t rest in your hands. Whatever will be, will be. I’ll accept it and be okay.” It takes every ounce of strength I possess not to break down and sob like I want to. The one person who should be begging me to do this is the only one who isn’t. She’s the least selfish one. Reaching for her hand, I grasp it firmly. “It’s gonna be okay,” I tell her, knowing I shouldn’t but can’t help it. Right now, everything is screaming at me to promise her the world—promise her life. “I don’t know how, but I feel it in my heart. Everythin’ will work out.” She nods, but I can tell she doesn’t believe me. “Thanks. Even for just coming in and getting tested. Thank you.” Leaning over, I hug her. One—because I need one, and two—because I’m hoping to hide the fresh wave of tears streaking down my face. I’m so close to my breaking point that I know I have to get out of here. Without making eye contact, my lips find her forehead, pressing a gentle kiss there. “Rest, Lucy. I’ll be back,” I whisper, before getting up to leave. “Bye, Grace,” she says softly. “See you soon.” My vision is blurry as I leave the room. I start down the hall in a hurry but stop when someone calls my name. Turning around, I see Piper standing next to the door. She walks closer to me, her eyes red and blotchy from crying. “Are you going to help her?” I suck in lungfuls of air as I try to speak past the pain filling my chest. “I don’t even know if I can. I don’t know what the tests are going to show.” She watches me carefully, her eyes assessing. “She tried to talk you out of it. Didn’t she?” You don’t have to do it, Grace. Lucy’s selfless words have me choking back a sob and I know I can’t do this right now. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” I see Piper ’s nod just before I turn and rush to the elevator. I manage to hold myself together until I’m in my car—then I shatter. My forehead falls on my steering wheel as I cry out all of the agony ripping through my body. I cry for the unfairness of the situation, for the terrifying decision I need to make, but mostly I cry for the brave seventeen-year-old girl who

deserves to live a long, healthy life. I can’t let that happen. I will do everything in my power to make sure she lives through this. I have to.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Grace W ith a heavy heart I sit on the counter by the register, staring at the picture of Mama and me. The bakery has long closed. Darkness has fallen and I feel horrible for not being home to put the kids to bed, but I’m in no shape for them to see me right now. There’s no way I’d be able to hide my emotions. As I stare into my mother ’s bright smile and warm brown eyes, I silently seek guidance from her. As hard as it is I always try not to dwell on the fact that she isn’t here and instead try to remember that I’m living our dream—thanks to Sawyer. I try to cherish every moment with my family and live life to the fullest. But some days—most days—it’s hard not to miss her. Hard not to think about how much fun she’d have with Hope and me, or how much she’d love Parker ’s funny nature, and Sawyer ’s arrogant yet charmin’ personality. With times like now, I miss her even more. What I wouldn’t give for her to be here and tell me everything will be okay. Help guide me to make the right decision. After meeting Lucy, I know in my heart what the right decision is. If those tests come back a match I need to do this for her, but at what cost? Will Sawyer forgive me? I’ve never doubted his love, but I know he’ll be furious, and in all fairness he raises very good points. What about the sacrifices of my family? But he hasn’t met Lucy. He hasn’t seen the beautiful, selfless girl lying on her deathbed, fighting for her life. Trying to be brave yet terrified to die. A girl who has her whole life ahead of her. A girl who is my sister. Whether I’ve known her my whole life or not, she’s my sister. She and Piper are my only living relatives I have who aren’t mean and cruel. They seem really kind, like girls I’d get along with. I felt a connection to them today, especially Lucy. At the feel of another tear tricklin’ down my cheek, I swipe it away with a heavy sigh then jump off the counter. Kissing my finger, I press it against my mother ’s lips and drop my forehead on her shoulder like I would if she were here. “Love you, Mama, and I miss you so much.” The sound of the door opening pulls me from my moment. My heart leaps in my throat as I spin around, only to see Sawyer. “You scared me,” I breathe out with a hand over my chest. “Sorry, Cupcake.” We watch each other, a silent exchange passing between us. The sight of him makes my fragile heart ache all over again. I desperately get the urge to go to him, to feel his arms around me and hear the strong, steady beat of his heart. I’ve missed him so much these past few days. I hate the tension and distance between us. “Where are the kids?” I ask softly. “In bed. I figured they would be fine until we got back.” My eyes widen in horror until he gets that teasin’ grin on his face. “Not funny, Sawyer,” I grumble. With that sexy grin in place, he silently makes his way over to me. My heart tumbles at his purposeful strides and fierce gaze. “What are you doin’ here?” I ask, licking my suddenly dry lips. “I came here for you. We have some things to discuss.”

Uh oh… My pulse races for a whole other reason now. Does he know about my visit at the hospital today? “Like what?” I whisper. “Like this.” Hooking an arm around my neck, he yanks me against him then claims my lips in a heated caress. My fingers curl in his shirt, a blissful sigh escaping me as he suddenly makes everything in my world right again. A growl vibrates from him just before he picks me up off my feet, letting them dangle inches off the ground. My arms encircle his neck and I cling to him, absorbing his warmth. “Too long, Cupcake,” he groans against my lips. “Been too fucking long without this.” He blows through the swinging door to the kitchen and sets me on the island. His large, warm hands slip under my skirt and run up my thighs to grip my hips. I suck in precious air as his mouth moves to the tender flesh of my throat. “No more, Grace. You hear me? You’re my wife, which means I get your taste, your body, and your heart every fucking day. You belong to me.” I moan as his fingers move to the center of my silk panties, skillfully stroking me. “I belong to you when you ain’t bein’ an asshole.” I hear him chuckle before he brings his face level with mine. “Actually, you belong to me always, but”—his hand cups the side of my cheek—“I’m sorry for being an asshole, Cupcake. I love you, and I want things back to how they were before that bastard showed up.” I swallow thickly, feeling tears spring to my eyes. “Me, too. I hate this distance. I’ve missed you. I’ve needed you these past few days.” He releases a heavy breath, his forehead dropping to mine. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten upset. I was mad at him, not you, but it doesn’t matter anymore. We’re going to pretend like he never showed up and things are going to go back to how they were.” Reaching behind him, he pulls an envelope out of his back pocket and hands it to me. “What’s this?” I ask as I open it. My eyes snap to his when I pull out four plane tickets. “We’re going to go visit my parents for a couple of days.” “What? When?” I ask in shock. “We leave in two days.” “Two days?” I squeak. “But—but the bakery and the kids’ school. We can’t just—” I glare at him as he silences me with a hand to my mouth. “Easy, Cupcake. Everything is taken care of. Mac will hold down the bakery and all the girls are pitching in to help. Especially Anna and Kayla. Jaxson and Julia will take Chuckie and I already spoke with the kids’ teacher. Everything is good.” I stare down at the tickets and can’t help but think about Lucy. What happens if she needs me or finds out I left and thinks I’m not coming back? Sawyer ’s arm curls around my waist, pulling me closer. “Come on, Grace. Let’s get out of here for a few days and forget all about this shit. We wanted to go over the summer and never had the chance because things were too busy. We need this, our family needs this.” I sigh, knowing he’s right. And Dr. Schaefer did say Lucy’s results wouldn’t be back for a week. “My mom’s excited, you don’t want to crush her hopes and make her cry, do you?” I slap his chest, making him chuckle. “Don’t be usin’ your mama to guilt-trip me, Sawyer Evans.” His hands move to the back of my apron, untying the loose knot while his lips brush the shell of my ear. “All right, baby. Instead of laying on the guilt, how about I persuade you?” “Okay.” His chuckle trails off on a groan. “Fuck, I love it when you’re compliant, it makes my dick so

hard.” “It usually doesn’t take much for that to happen,” I tease, but it’s breathless with anticipation as his fingers work the tiny buttons on my blouse. “Not when it comes to you, Cupcake. Everything you do makes me fucking hard.” Letting the shirt slip down my arms, he flicks the front clasp of my bra and cups the heavy weight of my breasts. “Especially your tits. I’m constantly craving to have my mouth on them or thrusting my cock between them.” “God, Sawyer.” I whimper, arching into his touch. He smirks arrogantly, knowing exactly what his filthy words do to me. Reaching over, he dips his finger in the bowl next to me and smears the chocolate cream pie filling I made earlier over one peaked nipple. I’d scold him for ruining my batch if the cool sensation didn’t feel so incredible. A heated cry escapes me as he leans down and sucks it off, his teeth tugging my sensitive tip. My fingers spear into his hair, holding him captive to me. I release him only long enough for him to spread more chocolate on my other nipple and give it the same attention. My hips thrust against his stomach, trying to alleviate the sharp ache between my legs. I reach under his shirt and rake my nails across his defined abs, knowing it drives him crazy. A deep groan rumbles from him before he stands to his full height, reaches behind him, and pulls the material over his head. I scoot closer to the edge and immediately go for his pants, my hands shakin’ with urgency, but he halts my attempts by encircling my wrists in one hand. “Not yet.” He pushes against my chest, forcing me to lie flat on my back, then spreads more of the decadent fillin’ on my body. His mouth continues its delicious assault down my stomach. Instead of removing my skirt he bunches it at my hips, then trails his nose along the thin, wet satin of my panties. “Sawyer.” His name falls on a pleading whimper. His thumbs hook in the edge of the thin straps before pulling them down my legs. I appreciate he didn’t rip them off like usual since I still need to get home. A harsh gasp leaves me as he runs a knuckle through my wet flesh, his warm breath only inches from my aching core. “You want my mouth, baby?” “You know I do.” “Then let me hear you say it, Grace.” Rising to my elbows I look down at him, my gaze locking with his. “I want you to lick my pussy,” I breathe out, knowing it’s the exact words he wants to hear. His green eyes flare the same time that sexy smirk touches his lips. “Good girl.” Grabbing my calves he drapes my legs over his strong shoulders, leaving my heels on. He presses a soft kiss on the inside of one thigh before delving in. I cry out and fall to my back as pleasure sweeps over my body. His skillful tongue works my clit, heat burning like an inferno within my blood. My heels dig into his back as I buck against his mouth. He grips my hips to keep me in place as he takes me higher and higher, bringing me closer to the edge of destruction. “So close already, Grace. Do what you need to do,” he mumbles against me. On a moan I cup my breasts, pinching my stiff nipples with a pressure that borders a beautiful pain. In the same moment, Sawyer thrusts a finger inside of me and captures my hard bud between his lips, making me shatter. I scream his name and arch off the counter while sweet ecstasy rushes through me. Sawyer ’s lips move up my body, loving every piece of skin, as I slowly find reality again. A soft whimper escapes me when his teeth rake along my sensitive nipple, bringing my satisfied body to life

again. “God, I love your mouth.” “Yeah, but you love my dick more, right?” I giggle. “Actually, I love you more.” He brings his face level with mine, gracin’ me with that lopsided grin of his. “I love you too, Cupcake.” My arms wind around his neck as his mouth fuses with mine. I lock my legs around his hips and thrust against the roughness of his jeans. With a growl he stands, bringing me with him, chest-tochest, skin-to-skin. He moves across the kitchen before pinning me against the cooler door. I gasp at the cool metal against the heated flesh of my back. “Gosh that’s cold.” “Don’t worry, baby, I’m about to set you on fire,” he says arrogantly, reaching between us for the buckle on his jeans. I’m about to put him in his place for the cocky comment but the words die in my throat when he thrusts up inside of me, claiming me—body and soul. A cry of pleasure parts my lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling the jagged scars beneath my touch. Scars that still pain me every time I see or feel them. Scars that shouldn’t be on a man as honorable as him. “Jesus, you feel incredible,” he groans. “Every fucking time, Grace, feels like the first time.” My forehead drops to his, emotion clogging my throat at his words. “That’s because it’s us.” “That’s right, baby. We’re fucking perfect together.” I close my eyes, absorbing the feel of him being connected to me like this. “How do you want it?” he asks. “Slow and deep or hard and fast.” My eyes snap open, locking with his bright green ones, and I see his need for release. The need for complete abandonment, the same as I do in this moment. “All of the above.” “I was hoping you’d say that,” he says with a dirty grin. With my legs draped in the crook of his arms he begins driving up inside of me, stealing my breath. First with slow, deep strokes, hitting every nerve ending in my body. His eyes remain connected with mine. “Feed me your tits, baby, let me suck those pretty little nipples.” With a fiery whimper I cup my breasts together and bring them to his mouth. His deep thrusts never falter as he sucks and tugs on each tight bud and it has my pussy clenching tightly around him. “God, Sawyer. Fuck me, please.” Something that can only be described as animalistic erupts from him before he starts pounding up inside of me with an intensity that steals my breath. My head drops back against the cooler, my mouth opening on a silent scream as he robs me of everything but pleasure. It’s raw, wild, and absolutely perfect. His cock begins stroking the magic place deep inside of me. “Oh god.” I claw at his sweat-slicked shoulders as I feel my impending orgasm. “That a girl, let me have it, baby. Squeeze my cock with your tight little pussy.” His filthy words are all I need to send me crashing over the edge for a second time. Lights explode behind my eyes as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had slams into me. A torturous groan rumbles from Sawyer as he follows along with me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I hold him close, my fingers threaded in his thick, messy hair as we both come down from our high. I feel his lips press gently against my neck before they move to my shoulder then further down, resting against my heart. Emotion bubbles in my throat as I think about the last few days and the secret I’m keepin’ from him. “Promise me I’ll have you forever,” I whisper. He tenses and lifts his face to mine. Grabbing my left hand he holds it up between us, showing me

my wedding ring. “I already made you that promise, Grace, and I never go back on my word. You’ll have me forever.” “No matter what?” His intense eyes hold mine. “Yeah, baby. No matter what.” I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tight to hide the tears that are threatening to fall. “I love you, Sawyer.” “I love you, too.” He holds me close. I sense the questions in him but thankfully, he doesn’t ask. “Come on, baby. Let’s go home.” As I’m getting dressed to head home I try to push away the guilt eating at me. I’ll tell him. Once I know the results, I’ll tell him, and I pray with everything I am that he’ll forgive me.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sawyer “Yay, we’re here!” Hope and Parker cheer as I drive up my parent’s long, winding driveway. Grace turns around to look at them, the first genuine smile I’ve seen from her since that asshole showed up at my house. I thought things would be better since that night at the bakery and they have been with us, but not her. She still seems upset and I don’t fucking like it. My goal over the next few days is to make her happy again. I want my Cupcake back. My parents are waiting outside on the steps, looking as excited as the kids. “Y’all, remember your manners now, ya hear?” Grace lectures. “Don’t worry, Mama, we will.” Hope jumps out of the vehicle as soon as I come to a stop with Parker following close behind. I glance at Grace. “I’m not planning on using my manners at all. Especially with you.” A small smile tugs her lips, which is exactly what I was hoping for. “I didn’t expect any less from you. However, watch your language or your mama may just wash out that filthy mouth of yours with soap.” With a giggle she goes to open the door, but I grab her arm before she can make her escape and tug her closer to me. Her eyes flare and her lips softly part. Gently grasping either side of her jaw I tilt her mouth up, licking between that small gap, and hear the hitch in her breath. “Just remember all the dirty things I like to do to you with this filthy mouth of mine, Cupcake.” She stares up at me, her cheeks flushed. “Don’t worry. I never forget what you do to me.” There’s a sad note in her voice, one I don’t like hearing. “Everything okay, Grace?” Something briefly flashes in her eyes, but she quickly masks it with a small smile. “Everythin’ is fine.” Bullshit! I know it’s not but I don’t press her on it, knowing now’s not the time. Leaning in, I kiss her forehead. “Come on, baby.” We climb out of the SUV and by the time I walk around the front I see Grace already in my mom’s arms, along with Hope. “I’m so glad you guys are here. We’ve missed you so much.” “We missed y’all, too,” Grace says, hugging her back. My dad walks over with Parker in his arms and extends his hand to me. “Hey, son, good to see you.” “You too, Dad,” I say, clasping it. My mom comes over next and tugs me down by the collar of my shirt and kisses the shit out of my face. “Missed you so much.” “Good to see you, Mom,” I mumble, hearing Hope giggle. A squeal fills the air and I look up to see Sam bolting out the door and down the large front steps. She launches herself at me first since Grace and my dad are in an embrace with Parker. “’Bout time you’ve come back for a visit, big brother!” she says, laying a loud smacking kiss on my cheek before trying to put me in a headlock. I flip her around, hanging her upside down. “Hey, come on now, you can’t do this to me just because Jesse isn’t here.”

“I’ll do whatever I want,” I grunt. “Speaking of half-pint, how is she?” “Great,” my mother answers with a smile. “She said if she would have had more notice she and Matt would have come for the weekend, too.” Jesse moved to LA three years ago to kick off her fashion career. She’s made a huge success out of it and that’s where she met her husband, Matt. “There’s always next time. Besides, it wasn’t that long ago that they came to see us. At least she comes to visit,” I say, making a point to tap Sam, who still hangs upside down. “Yeah, well you’re not the only one who doesn’t see her very much,” my dad grumbles. My sister tenses and my mom scolds him. “John, not now.” Well, what the hell is going on here? Things are quiet and awkward for a long moment before Sam breaks it, slapping my arm. “Will you let me up? I can’t think with all this blood rushing to my head.” Taking pity on her, I flip her back up then place her on her feet, then she snatches Hope from my mom. “Look at my sweet little princess. You’re getting so big, and you’re so pretty, just like your mama.” “Hi, Auntie Sam,” Hope greets her with a smile. “I was hopin’ you’d be here. Me and Mama created a special auntie pie we’re gonna make just for you.” “You did?” Sam asks excitedly and carries Hope over to where Grace stands so she can hug her, too. “Yeah, it’s called Pain In The Ass Pie,” I say with a smirk, earning a glare from her. My mom smacks my shoulder. “Watch your mouth. Especially in front of the kids.” “Don’t worry, Grandma. We’ve heard him say much worse,” Parker tells her, throwing me under the bus. “Yeah,” Hope joins in. “We make a lot of money in the swear jar ’cause of him. Ain’t that right, Mama?” “We sure do,” Grace agrees, tossing a taunting smile my way. “Comes in handy when we wanna shop.” I grunt. I’ll bet it fucking does. Glancing back over at my mom, I see her glaring at me with disapproval. I throw my hands up. “I’m trying, all right? Jesus, it’s not fu—easy when you’ve been doing it for so long.” “Well try harder,” she scolds. “Now go on and take your stuff into the house and upstairs. I know it’s been a long day of traveling for you guys. I’ll have supper ready in an hour.” “Actually,” Sam cuts in, “why don’t you and Grace take the guesthouse. I want to have a sleepover with my niece and nephew tonight.” “Yay!” Hope cheers. “Are we gonna have candy?” “You know it, I have a huge stash.” “Cool! I’m in,” Parker says, running around my dad’s legs, looking hyper enough without a sugar rush. “Are you sure, Sam?” Grace asks tentatively. “It could be a lot.” “I’m positive. I want to spend as much time as I can with them before you guys go. They’ll be fine,” she promises. “Oh I know they’ll be fine. It’s you I’m worried about,” Grace says. “I mean, they’re good and all, but they can be…shall we say, rambunctious.” “Actually, I’d say…coool,” Parker adds, putting on his Oakleys I bought him and sliding to the side with his arms out, making everyone laugh.

I put out my fist for him, feeling damn proud. “Good one, kid.” He knuckle bumps me. “I know.” “Lord help me.” Grace shakes her head but can’t hide her smile. “Well come here my cool nephew and give your auntie a hug.” Parker goes to make a run for it but Sam is faster. She picks him up and peppers his face full of kisses. “Aw man, come on.” He laughs, trying to push her face away. Sam pulls back with a frown. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle a few kisses.” He smirks at her. One I know well. “It’s not me who can’t handle it. It’s the ladies who can’t handle me.” Grace gasps in horror and my mom’s eyes bug out of her head. “Isn’t that right, Dad?” Oh shit! My dad turns his head and coughs, trying to cover his laugh. Meanwhile, Grace turns at me with fire in her eyes, and not the usual kind I like to erupt from her. Sam groans and looks over at me. “Good god, he’s a mini version of you. This is frightening.” “Of course he’s like me. He’s awesome.” “That’s right,” Parker agrees with a nod. “Oh dear.” My mom sighs, patting my chest. “Go on now and take your stuff to the guesthouse before you dig yourself deeper.” They all head inside, leaving me alone with one pissed off chick. Grace comes at me, arms swinging, and nails me in the arm. “Ow!” I laugh, shielding her tiny blows. “What did you say to him?” “Nothing.” “Yes, you did. You’re gonna fix this, Sawyer, you hear me?” I lock my arms around her, stopping her pathetic punches, and pick her up off her feet. When I lean in to kiss her she turns away. “Oh no you don’t. Your sexy lips aren’t gettin’ ya out of this one.” “Come on, baby. Don’t you want him to grow up and be as cool as me?” She turns her death glare on me again, which is exactly what I was anticipating, and use the opportunity to fuse my mouth with hers. However, she still doesn’t budge, her lips remaining lifeless against mine. “All right, fine. I’ll talk with him,” I give in. “He was just spewing shit. I’m sure he wasn’t serious, but if it makes you feel better I’ll tell him it’s not okay to talk like that.” “Thank you.” She softens in my arms. “I’ll tell him not until he’s at least twelve.” She stiffens again. “I’m kidding…fourteen.” “Sawyer!” she growls, making me laugh. “Okay, okay. No more jokes. I’ll make it right. I promise.” “You better. I don’t want my son growin’ up to be a pervert like someone I know…” “Hey! In all fairness, I only perv on you and you’re my wife, so technically that’s okay.” “It wasn’t always like that,” she grumbles. “To me it has been, because you’re the only one that’s ever mattered.” She watches me, her expression softening and a small smile touching her pouty lips. “I must admit, Evans. Sometimes you can say the most perfect things.” She leans in, giving me the kiss I wanted earlier. My dick comes to life, screaming to be inside of her. However, she ends it much too soon. “Now put me down, you charmin’ bugger,” she orders, pushing against my chest. With a grunt, I lay one more hard kiss on her lips then place her back on her feet. Just as I head to get our bags, she grabs my arm and stops me. I turn around to see her staring up at me, a soft

expression on her face. “Just for the record, Sexy Sawyer, nothing makes me more proud that Parker is just like you. Even when he’s playin’ jokes on me.” She gets a small smile. “I wouldn’t want him any other way.” And this is why my Cupcake is fucking awesome. Instead of telling her that, I lean down to grab her around the legs and throw her over my shoulder. She lets out a squeal of surprise. “What on earth are you doin’? Put me down.” “I don’t think so, baby,” I say, heading toward the guesthouse. “Hey, wait! You forgot the bags.” “Screw the bags. After those words, we’re fuckin’ first.” She giggles but it trails off on a moan when I lay a hand to her ass. I move a little faster, need propelling my every step. By the time I’m done with her she won’t sit down without feeling me.

CHAPTER NINE

Sawyer W e sit around my parent’s kitchen table, eating supper. Grace’s cheeks are still flushed pink, and her lips swollen from the good fucking I gave her less than an hour ago. And still, all I can think about is getting back inside of her. I swear, I will never tire of her, never stop wanting her every second of every day. “Hey, Auntie,” Parker says, turning to Sam. “Pull my finger.” “No, don’t!” Grace leans over and pulls Parker ’s hand away before Sam can do it. “Parker Evans, give it to me, now.” “Aw, Mom, why did you ruin it?” “What is it?” Sam asks as Parker hands over the small device that was hidden under his finger, dropping it into Grace’s hand. “Trust me. I just saved you from the shock of your life.” Sam looks over at Parker and quirks a brow. “Trying to pull a fast one on me, kid?” “It would have worked if Mom didn’t ruin it,” he grumbles, but then makes eye contact with Grace. “But I still love you, Mom.” Grace smiles, her angry expression softening. “I love you too, baby.” Yeah, the kid is fucking smart and knows exactly how to get himself out of shit. “It wouldn’t have worked on me because I’m the master,” Sam says. “First off, if you want to pull a prank on someone you don’t start off by saying ‘pull my finger ’, that’s a dead giveaway. But don’t worry, little lad, I’ll teach ya.” I chuckle at Grace’s groan before looking over at my dad. “You still have my hockey equipment kicking around?” He nods. “Of course I do.” “What about my smaller stuff? Anything that would fit Parker?” “Yep. I got it all.” I figured as much. “Why, Dad?” Parker asks. “Because I spoke to the rink attendant yesterday and got us some ice time tomorrow. I thought we could all go skating and I could teach you some hockey. Get you prepped for tryouts this year.” “Yes!” Parker cheers. “What about me, Daddy? I don’t have skates.” “It’s okay, Shortcake, we’ll rent some for you and Mom.” “Oh no, not me,” Grace says, throwing her hands up. “Not after what happened last time, but I’ll come watch y’all.” I smirk, remembering a few years back when I took her again while my parents watched the kids, and she felt confident enough to try some sort of fancy shit and face-planted before I could make it to her. “We’ll come, too,” my dad says. “I want to see our future star tear up the ice.” “I can’t wait,” Parker says. “Dad says he’s a legend around here.” Sam rolls her eyes. “I’ll bet he did. It’s something he feels the need to tell everybody.” I shrug. “What can I say? I’m a truthful guy.”

My mom shakes her head, but is unable to hide her smile. “Well on another note,” she says, changing the subject. “Your father and I have some exciting news to share with you guys.” Everyone falls quiet, and while I notice my mom’s vibrant smile, I notice Sam’s vanishes. “What’s going on?” I ask. My mom stands and walks over to my dad, putting her arms around his neck. “Your father and I have decided to move closer to you guys. We’re looking at Sunset Bay or Charleston.” “Oh my gosh, are you serious?” Grace gasps excitedly while I stare at them in shock. My mom nods. “We want to be closer and watch our grandkids grow up.” “Yay! Now we’ll get to see you and Grandpa all the time.” Hope stands on her chair and launches herself at my mom. “This is wonderful!” Grace says. “We’d love to have y’all closer.” “What do you think, boy?” my dad asks. “I think it’s great. I’m just shocked is all. You guys have lived here for so long.” “I know,” my mom responds softly. “It will be hard to say good-bye. We have so many amazing memories here, but it’s harder to be away from you guys and my grandbabies.” I glance over at Sam to see her quiet, staring at her plate while pushing food around with her fork. “What about you?” I ask. “You coming, too?” She shakes her head. “No. I don’t think so.” “Aw, why not?” Hope asks, disappointment thick in her little voice. My dad grunts. “Because heaven forbid she leave him.” “John. Not now,” my mom snaps. But it’s too late, his comment sets Sam off. “This has nothing to do with Grant!” “Grant? Who the hell is Grant?” I ask, wondering why I’ve never heard of this guy before. “No one,” Sam says coolly. Shaking her head, she looks away from my father and over at Parker. “You guys ready to go upstairs and start our slumber party?” “Yes!” both Parker and Hope yell enthusiastically, oblivious to the tension. “All right, say good night to everyone and let’s go party.” They run to Grace first. “Y’all be good for Auntie now, ya hear?” “We will, Mama, promise.” I hug them next then stand and grab my sister, giving her one too since she seems so upset. “We’ll see you in the morning. You have my permission to tie them up if you need to.” She softly chuckles. “Thanks, but we’ll be fine.” She leaves the room without looking in my parents’ direction. After taking my seat again I look at my dad. “What’s going on?” He points at me, his jaw hard. “I don’t like him, boy. He’s bad for her but she won’t listen to a goddamn thing I say.” “What do you mean?” Grace asks. “And who is he.” “Grant Fleming.” He spits his name like it’s acid. “Some hotshot investor who thinks his shit don’t stink. And I’m not talking the same way you and I do,” he adds, making me smirk. “I’m talking about the bad kind, son. They’ve only been together a few months but I see the change. She’s not the same anymore. We never see her and if we do it’s brief. He calls her every five seconds. I’m surprised she’s even here now. One day, about a month ago, she came home crying and locked herself in her room for three days straight.” I tense, not liking the sound of that, and look over at my mom. “What do you think?”

A worried sigh escapes her. “I don’t know. We’ve met him a few times and he’s definitely not someone I would expect her to be with. Your dad is right, something is different with her, but when I spoke to her she told me she really likes him. And this is Sam we’re talking about; she wouldn’t let anyone treat her badly. This change could be anything. She had a hard time when Jesse moved. And now that we are, maybe that’s what has her so upset. We’ve begged her to come with us. I don’t want to leave her. The thought of her here by herself breaks my heart.” She trails off as emotion clogs her throat. Grace gets up and moves next to her, rubbing her back. “Don’t worry about that. Sam is a strong, independent girl and she knows y’all love her and want her to come. That’s what’s important.” “She used to be a strong, independent girl,” my father bites out. “That doesn’t seem to be the case anymore. He’s done something to her. I know it.” The certainty in his voice has me concerned, and I decide before I leave here I will find out for myself. If what my dad says is true, it will be the last mistake Grant ever makes.

* “So what do you think about everything your dad said?” Grace asks me later that night as we lie in bed. She’s draped over me, her head on my chest as she delicately drags her nails across my stomach. “I don’t know. I agree with Mom. The Sam I know wouldn’t let some asshole push her around, but I haven’t been here so who knows. My dad seems damn certain this guy is no good, and usually he’s a good judge of character.” “Maybe he’s just bein’ really protective?” “No, I don’t think so. I mean, yeah, we’ve always been protective of my sisters, but this is different.” “Well I hope he’s wrong. Sam’s too sweet to be treated badly by anyone,” she says softly. “I tell you now, I’m going to find out one way or another, and if my dad is right that fucker is dead.” Her entire body tenses. “Oh lord, Sawyer, don’t be killin’ nobody. I need you.” I chuckle. “Don’t worry, Cupcake, I won’t kill him, but if he’s hurt her I’ll fuck him up good.” “I swear if you go to jail I’ll kill you.” I flip her to her back and come over top of her, pinning her arms over her head. “I promise, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” Leaning in, I bury my face in her slender neck, her sweet scent penetrating my senses. A scent I crave every fucking day. “Good, because I need you. Always,” she whispers, her voice sounding sad now. I look up, barely able to see the warmth of her eyes in the moonlit room. “I’ll always be by your side, Grace. Never doubt that.” I drop a long, leisurely kiss to her lips before making my way down the column of her throat, then eventually to her beaded nipple poking through the thin, tight tank top she wears. I grip it gently between my teeth, feeling it harden further. “Sawyer,” she moans and raises her hips to grind her pussy against my stomach. “You want my cock again, baby?” “Yes,” she breathes. “I always want you.” Groaning, I grab her hips and flip us around so she’s straddling me. “Show me how bad you want it.” She reaches for the bottom of her tank top and pulls it over her head, baring herself to me. It’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.

And it’s all fucking mine. She scoots down just enough to reach her soft hand into my underwear and grabs my throbbing, hard cock, stroking it from base to tip. With a hiss between my teeth, I pump my hips, fucking her fist. With urgent hands I reach for the side of her tiny shorts and rip them from her body. “Come here, baby, and feed me that sweet pussy of yours.” She crawls further up my body until her legs are on either side of my head, situating herself over my mouth. Palming her lush ass in my hands, I lean up and bury my tongue in all her sweetness. “Ah, god!” she cries out, grabbing onto the headboard for balance. I swirl my tongue around her firm clit before moving lower to spear it in her tight depth, loving the taste of her. I swear I could eat this girl all fucking day long. “Yes!” Her fingers grip my hair as she begins fucking my mouth with a greediness that damn near pushes me over the edge. Bringing my attention back to her throbbing little bud, I rear a hand back at the same time and lay a hard smack across her ass, which has her detonating. I drink every ounce of pleasure that spills from her as she trembles from the orgasm. Once her tremors subside she moves back down my body. “God, Evans, I really do love that filthy mouth of yours,” she says breathlessly, making me chuckle. She aligns herself over me then drops down, taking me in one smooth glide. “Fuck!” I groan and drive up into her, burying myself as deep as I can go. Her head falls back on a cry, back arching as she takes all of me. Her long blonde hair is tangled around her face, her mouth slightly parted in ecstasy. She looks every bit of the goddess I know she is. My hands go to the heavy weight of her tits and I grip her tight little nipples, tugging them until she’s moaning, riding my cock with her hungry little pussy. “That a girl, Grace, ride me hard.” She braces her hands on my stomach to find more momentum. “You feel so good inside of me.” “You always feel so fucking perfect, baby. Now lean down so I can suck your pretty nipples.” With a fiery moan she does as I say, bringing her tits in my face. As I take one tip between my teeth I move my hand down and around, laying another sharp slap to her ass. A cry of pleasure spills past her lips and I feel her pussy lock around me, as she shatters for a second time. I grip her hips and pump up inside of her hard and fast, fucking her through her orgasm, and it isn’t long after that I find my own release. She collapses on top of me, her perfect, sweat-slicked body melding to mine, just like it’s always meant to be. “How can it still feel like this?” she whispers. “How can it still be so amazing, even after all this time?” “Because it’s us,” I answer with the truth. I know it will always be like this, because there’s no doubt in my mind that this girl was made just for me.

CHAPTER TEN

Grace I sit in the player ’s box with an ice-cold nose and the biggest smile on my face as I watch my family skate. Although I’m feeling lighter than I have in days, Lucy still weighs heavily in the back of my mind. But Sawyer was right; our family needed this little getaway. I needed it. No matter the results of the test, I know the day will come soon when things will be heartbreaking and difficult again, but for now I’m going to enjoy this time with my family and try not to worry about the outcome that awaits me. “Yay, Parker!” I jump up and yell when he shoots the puck and gets it in the net. Sawyer fist bumps him and John looks over at me, a proud smile on his face. “You see this kid, Grace? A damn natural, just like my boy was. I’m tellin’ ya, he’s going to be somethin’.” I return his smile; his adoration for his children and grandchildren always astounds me. He may share the same name as my father but he is nothing like him. “He’s going to be somethin’, all right,” I respond back, looking at Sawyer. Anything Parker chooses to do he will be incredible at. I know this because he’s his father ’s son and no matter what he chooses to do, I know he will be fiercely honorable while doing it. “Daddy, can you skate with me one more time?” Hope asks, from where she holds Catherine’s hand, skating along with her. “You bet, Shortcake. One more then we’ll pack it in for lunch.” He kneels down, letting her crawl on his back, then he power skates around the rink, making her squeal and laugh. The sight warms my heart and I completely get her excitement ’cause it’s one of my most favorite things he’s ever done with me. As if hearing my thoughts his eyes connect with mine, making my stomach do a flip. After a few more circles he calls everyone in for the dressing room. I watch him say something to his mom that has her nodding and taking Hope. John, Catherine, and the kids exit out on the other side of the rink as Sawyer comes skating over to me, his hand out in offering. “Come on, Cupcake. Your turn.” Another smile takes over my face, my belly dancing with excitement. “I was hoping you were gonna say that.” Taking his hand, he pulls me in close then leans down and scoops me up. I wrap my legs around his lean hips and my arms around his neck. After giving me a soul-touching kiss, he starts our journey. His long, quick strides eat up the distance as I revel in the brisk air against my back. I have no idea what’s behind me but I don’t care. I only care about the person in front of me. Right when I think things can’t get any better he switches directions, beginning to skate backward so the breeze is in my face, and that’s when I let go. Letting my arms out at the side and closing my eyes, I bask in the freedom I feel at this moment. It’s as if I’m flying, my heart soaring to a special place no one can take me to but him. Though I can’t see a thing, I know everything around me is safe because I’m in the arms of a man who will never let me fall.

* We’re sitting in Sawyer ’s parents’ living room with a cup of hot cocoa, playin’ a board game. Girls against boys, and although there have been moments when I want to punch Sawyer, we’re

having a blast. Even Sam has been laughin’ and looking happier than I’ve seen her since we got here. I spoke with her after lunch, trying to see what I could get from her about this new guy Grant, but she didn’t give me much. Just said that things were good, but she was lacking that glow. The one people get when they’re in a start of a beautiful relationship. Heck, I still get that with Sawyer from time to time and I’ve been with him for years. Even when he drives me crazy, I want to kiss his face. The sound of my cell phone ringing cuts through the air. Reaching over, I grab it from the floor where it sits next to me and look at the caller ID. My stomach drops. I don’t recognize the number but it’s from Charleston, and I have a pretty good idea who it could be. “Cupcake, you gonna answer that?” Sawyer asks, watching me as I just stare at the screen. I smile, though it’s a pathetic one. I can feel my lips trembling. “Yeah. Excuse me for a moment, I think it’s Mac.” I get up from my spot on the floor and walk into the kitchen. “Hello?” I answer quietly. I expect it to be Barbara, or even Lucy possibly, but it turns out to not be either of them. Surprisingly, it’s Dr. Schaefer. “Dr. Schaefer, hi.” “I hope I’m not bothering you right now?” “No. It’s fine. What can I do for you?” “I’m calling because the test results have come back.” “Already?” I say, shock clear in my voice. “I thought you said a week?” “I was hoping no more than a week, but considering the urgency of the situation the lab made it top priority. I just received them five minutes ago.” My heart pounds like a drum, cold fear clawing at my chest. Things fall silent, my throat too clogged with fear to ask the question I should be askin’. “It came back a positive match, Grace. If you’re willing, you are a candidate who can possibly help save Lucy’s life.” Even though it was the outcome I hoped for, it still hits me like a ton of bricks. “When?” I clear my throat when I hear how rough it sounds. “When do you need me? I’m out of town at the moment until Sunday.” “That’s okay. I would have you come in Monday, if you’re willing. There are still a couple more things we need to discuss. I can go over the procedure and answer any questions you or your family may have. I will not share these results with the family…unless you want me to?” “No. Please don’t. I’d like to be the one to tell them. I need time to absorb this and I still need to speak with my husband.” Oh god, just the thought has my hand shaking violently and tears building behind my eyes. “Very well, I understand. I’ll see you Monday then?” I swallow thickly, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. “Yes. I’ll see you Monday.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Sawyer I heard her wake up and get out of bed a while ago. I thought about stopping her and forcing her to tell me what the fuck is wrong, but I let her go. Ever since that phone call she got earlier something has changed. She’s back to looking shattered and I don’t fucking like it. I’ve had enough. Whatever the hell is going on, she’s going to tell me so I can fix it. Getting out of bed I throw on a pair of jeans and go in search of her, thinking I’ll find her in the kitchen, but the house remains dark. I notice the front door cracked open and the porch light on. With determined strides I swing it open, and what I see through the screen door stops me cold. My wife—my Cupcake —sitting on the top step, her body folded in half as she sobs in her knees. The sight of her looking so broken rips my fucking guts out. I push open the door and sit behind her on the stairs, my legs caging her in and arms wrapping around her delicate body. Leaning down, I press a kiss to her bare shoulder, feeling her body shake with misery. “Talk to me, baby. Tell me what the hell is going on so I can fix it. It’s killing me to see you like this.” She mumbles something through her sobs but I can’t make out what she said. “What?” “You’re gonna hate me.” “There’s nothing in the world that could make me hate you, Grace.” It’s the damn truth. Angry— yes, destroy me—yes, but I could never hate her. However, I’m feeling pretty fucking nervous now about whatever is bothering her. She finally lifts her head and turns to me, staring up at me with the most heartbreaking expression I’ve ever seen from her. It brings me back to a time when I first met her and reminds me of the sad, lonely girl she once was. Something I vowed she would never feel again, yet here we sit. “Tell me you love me and that you will never stop,” she whispers. I grab her face, my jaw locking down in frustration that I even have to say this to her. “I love you, Grace. Nothing will ever fucking change that.” She begins crying harder and every tear that spills destroys another part of my soul. I kiss her wet lips before dropping my forehead on hers. “Tell me what the hell is going on. You’re scaring me.” Her eyes open, locking with mine. “I got tested to see if I’m a match.” Every part of my body freezes as I stare back at her. She doesn’t elaborate on what tests but she doesn’t need to. Betrayal ignites through my veins hot and fast “When?” “On Wednesday afternoon,” she whispers. “Jesus, Grace!” I jump to my feet and start pacing furiously. “How the fuck could you keep this from me?” “I’m sorry, so sorry for not telling you, but you were so angry. You wouldn’t even talk about it and I knew you would try to stop me from going.” “Exactly! So what does that tell you?” “It told me I was on my own. That I didn’t have you by my side!” “That’s bullshit and you know it.” “No, it’s not,” she screams back, rising to her feet. “I hated keeping this from you but you left me

no choice.” She pauses, trying to compose herself. “Please understand. I had to do it or I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” I stare back at her, feeling enraged. At her…at myself. I hate that she kept this from me but hate even more that I made her do it. Made her feel like she couldn’t come to me. “I met her.” My eyes snap to hers at the whispered confession. “I didn’t intend to. I just went to see if I could even be an option for her, and if I were, then we would talk about it. But then Barbara, her mother, asked if I wanted to meet her, so I did. She’s so beautiful, Sawyer,” she chokes out, her breath hitching. “She’s everything I could hope to have in a sister. She’s kind, witty, and smart, but most of all she’s selfless. Out of everyone who has been begging me to do this, she’s the only one who told me not to.” A series of sobs erupt from her once more, cracking my fucking heart in half. “A seventeen-year-old girl is dying and right now I’m her only hope for survival.” “And what about me? What about our family? Huh, Grace?” I grind out through the pain in my chest. “What about our kids? We aren’t talking about giving this girl a fucking sweater; this is a goddamn organ! An organ that my wife needs! Have you thought once about that?” “Of course I have. That’s all I’ve thought about, damn it. As I looked down at Lucy in that hospital bed, and watched Barbara break in fear of losing her daughter, all I was able to think about were my babies. What if this were Hope? Or Parker? If there was only one person that could potentially save their life, what would you do?” The thought hits me like a powerful blow to the chest, squeezing my heart so painfully I want to rip it out of my goddamn chest. “I’ll tell you what I would do,” she whispers. “I’d do everything humanly possible to save their life. I would beg, plead, scream, cry…I would die for them, just like I know you would.” Her breath hitches as she struggles to speak. “I may not have known them long, but Lucy and Piper are my sisters. My father may be a bastard but they aren’t, and I’ll never be able to live with myself if she dies and I did nothing to help her.” She drops to the ground in agony, her broken cries filling the air and completely destroying me. Feeling nothing but the pain slicing through me, I go to her and scoop her up in my arms. “Shhh. I have you.” She wraps her arms tightly around me and buries her face in my neck as I walk us inside, back to bed. I pull her in as close as two people can get, enfolding my body around hers, hoping to stop her from breaking any further. “I need you, Sawyer,” she cries. “I need you by my side for this. I can’t do it without you.” “You have me. You always have me.” As I choke out the promise, holding her in the quiet dark, my throat burns like a motherfucker. I feel something leak from the corner of my eye as I think about the possibility of losing the woman I live and breathe for. The only one who has ever mattered to me.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Grace I stare back at Catherine and John, two people who I have grown to love as if they were my own parents, and hate the concern I see in their eyes as we tell them about my sister and the decision I have made. But not as much as the hidden pain that has been on Sawyer ’s face since waking up. Somethin’ I wish I could take away but know I can’t. He’s been solemn and quiet but is trying to be understandin’ for my sake. I can tell it’s killing him and his pain only adds to my own. He’s the last person on earth I ever wanted to hurt. “We’ll come and help you with the kids,” Catherine says, grabbing my hand. “Thank you.” “You sure about this?” John asks me. “It’s a life-changing decision and you don’t owe anybody anything, sweetheart.” “I know. But I’ve thought long and hard about this. I need to or I’ll never be able to live with myself.” I swallow past the permanent lump that has formed in my throat since last night and hold back my emotions as best I can, wanting to be strong for myself and for the people around me. Sawyer stands. “I’m going to go out back and check on Sam and the kids.” “Want me to come?” He shakes his head. “Nah. Stay here and finish your coffee. I’ll send them in when I find them.” After a brief kiss to my forehead, he walks out the patio door without looking back. I glance at Catherine when she gently squeezes my hand. “Give him some time. He’s just worried right now.” “I never wanted to hurt him,” I whisper. “Of course you didn’t. You have a big heart, and you have to do what you need to. This is your body and your choice. We will be with you every step of the way and I know my son will be, too. He’ll take care of you and we will take care of him,” she promises. “Thank you, your support means everythin’ to me.” “We’re always here for you, honey. Everything will work out. You’ll see.” I hope so, because otherwise the repercussion of what could happen will destroy my family, and that’s what terrifies me most of all.

*

Sawyer I find the kids and Sam playing in a giant pile of leaves next to the big fishpond that they’ve clearly made themselves. “Hey, Auntie, eat this,” Parker says, trying to shove a bunch of leaves in Sam’s mouth but of course has no success. Their laughter and bright smiles bring the first measure of relief to the tightness that’s been restricting my chest since last night. “Daddy!” Hope squeals, jumping to her feet and running to me at full speed. I scoop her up in my arms, bringing her beautiful smile she inherited from her mother at eye level. “Hey, Shortcake. How’d you sleep?” “Good. We had another great night with Auntie and ate lots of candy,” she says, rubbing her

tummy. I smirk. “That’s good, baby.” “Where’s Mama?” The question has my smile vanishing and the tightness in my chest gripping again like a tight vise. “She’s in the kitchen with Grandma and Grandpa. She wants her morning hug.” Parker gets up from the pile of leaves. “Come on, Hope. I’ll race ya.” I put Hope down to her feet, but before they can take off I pull Parker in for a hug. “Mornin’, kid.” “Morning, Dad.” He squeezes me back. “Make sure you hug your mom too, okay?” “I will.” As soon as I release him they take off, trying to shove one another to the side to win the race. I turn back to Sam and see her brushing the leaves off herself. “You ready for a break yet?” I ask, taking a seat on one of the massive stumps in the ground next to the fishpond. “Never. I’m going to miss them when they’re gone. I’m going to miss you all.” “You don’t have to. You could come with Mom and Dad.” She watches me, her expression soft. It looks like she’s about to say something but then thinks better of it. She takes a seat next to me and changes the subject. “Grace told me about her decision this morning before the kids were up.” My jaw automatically locks as I try to ward off the pain. “How do you feel about it?” she asks quietly, already knowing the answer. “I fucking hate it but it seems I don’t have a choice so…” I trail off with a shrug when what I really want to do is beat the shit out of something. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, putting a hand on my shoulder. “But you know Grace. She could never turn her back on someone if they needed help. She’s too good of a person for that, and it’s one of the reasons you love her. Why we all love her.” Maybe, but not when it comes to risking her life. I’m trying to accept her decision but knowing it’s a choice that could potentially take her from me is making it damn difficult. I decide to steer the subject back to her, not wanting to talk about it. “Tell me about this Grant.” Her eyes fall to the ground. “Not much to tell. He’s a guy I met a few months back and we hit it off.” Her simple shrug doesn’t fool me. “Dad doesn’t seem to like him much. He thinks he treats you bad.” She scoffs. “Well you know how Dad can be. His perception can be skewed at times.” “Yeah, sometimes, but usually he’s a pretty good judge of character.” Her eyes remain on the ground as silence fills the air. “Sam, look at me.” Her chin lifts defensively. “What do you want me to say, Sawyer?” “I want to know that he’s wrong and this guy is good to you. Tell me you wouldn’t be with someone that didn’t treat you right.” “I wouldn’t be.” I watch her carefully. She’s not doing a very good job of convincing me and she knows it. “Look, things may not always be perfect but I like him, okay? He makes me feel good about myself. With him I’m not following in other people’s footsteps.” “What the hell does that mean?” “It means, for the first time in my life I’m being seen as me—Samantha Evans. Not Sawyer Evans’s youngest sister—the less attractive and least talented of the bunch.” I rear back in shock. “Who the hell ever said that?” “Everyone thinks it. They always have.”

“The hell they do! No one thinks that. We’re all a good-lookin’ and talented bunch. Everyone fucking knows that.” She stares at me, a long moment of silence stretching between us before she bursts out laughing. “God you’re so arrogant,” she says, but can’t hide her smile, which is what I was hoping for. “I’m serious, Sam. No one thinks that. If anything, you’re the best out of us all, and I want you to consider moving with Mom and Dad. Come to Sunset Bay. You can work with Grace at the bakery or better yet…you could be our nanny so I can get my woman alone whenever I want.” She shakes her head; a small smile still on her face but it’s dimmer. “I don’t know, Sawyer. I think maybe it’s time for me to be on my own. Be my own person. You left long ago and Jesse a few years back. Maybe this is my time.” She shrugs, looking really sad. “It will be hard at the beginning, but I need to grow up at some point and be my own person.” “Since when are you not your own person? Just because you’re close to family doesn’t mean you aren’t independent.” Her eyes fall to the ground again, and I notice her visibly swallow. “Just think about coming. We’d love to have you closer and you know the kids would, too.” “I’ll think about it,” she says vaguely. “Anyway, you don’t need to worry about me. You have your own beautiful family to worry about.” “I’ll always worry about you. You’re my baby sister. Nothing or no one will ever change that.” Her head snaps up in surprise, tears in her eyes, and it makes me feel like shit. Does she really not know this? She throws her arms around my neck, hiding her face in my shoulder. “I love you, Sawyer. You’re the best big brother a sister could have.” I pull her in close. “I love you, too. I’m always here for you, Sam. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there. No matter where that is.” “Grace and the kids are lucky to have you.” She’s wrong. I’m the lucky one, and I vow to make sure nothing takes them away from me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Sawyer A fter talking with Sam, I decided I needed to meet this guy myself before I leave. I’m not convinced my dad is wrong about him and I need to make sure she’s going to be okay when I’m gone. Especially since my parents are coming to help with the kids. It’s the last thing I want to worry about when I get home, when all of my focus will be on Grace. I enter the swanky office building and head toward the receptionist. A guy in a suit is bent over the desk whispering in the chick’s ear, making her giggle. The sound of it makes me cringe. When she makes eye contact she quickly stands, her eyes flaring with interest as she sticks her chest out. Fake tits spill out of her suit jacket, making it look like she’s not even wearing a shirt under it. It’s clear to see where the asshole in front of me was staring. “Can I help you?” she asks, her voice as annoying as her laugh. Or maybe it’s just the bad mood I’ve been in since last night. “I’m looking for Grant Fleming.” The guy in front of me tenses then turns around. A sick feeling forms in my gut at the way he sizes me up, his head barely coming to my chin. He crosses his arms arrogantly. “I’m Grant.” My bad mood just got a whole lot worse. “I’m Sawyer Evans, Sam’s brother.” The bitch has the decency to look ashamed, her head dropping in embarrassment, but the dickhead in front of me doesn’t. He remains standing tall with his chest puffed out, but can’t hide the flash I saw in his eyes. It wasn’t remorse, though I’m not sure what it was. “Ah yes, of course. The brother who’s in town visiting, which is why I haven’t been able to see her over the past few days.” My eyes narrow at his response. “Yeah, she’s been a little busy catching up with her family, especially her niece and nephew.” “So she said. Unfortunately, she never told me you were stopping by.” “She doesn’t know. I was in the area and figured I would stop by to meet the guy in my sister ’s life.” “I see.” Actually, he doesn’t, but he’s about to find out. “Heidi, hold my calls please.” “Yes, Mr. Fleming,” she obeys. “Follow me.” He leads me down a long hallway, passing by a few offices before entering in the last door on the left. Of course it seems he has the most elaborate space of the bunch. Not surprising. He props his hip against the large oak desk, his stance relaxed when I can clearly see he’s feeling anything but. “Samantha told me you were in the navy.” The way he refers to my sister as ‘Samantha’ pisses me off, because I know for a fact she hates to be called that. “Used to be,” I reply, wondering why he’s bringing it up. I have a feeling it isn’t to thank me for my service like most people would. “She’s spoken quite a bit about you.” He doesn’t elaborate what she’s said and I’m sure it’s to purposely get under my skin. This motherfucker and his head games are getting old fast. I get the

urge to knock him on his ass. I’ve only been in his presence for two minutes and I can see why my dad hates him. He’s a prick, and definitely not someone I can see my sister with. “I’ll bet she has. Sam and I are close. My whole family is, but I’m sure you know that.” “Actually, I wouldn’t have guessed.” His response and smug smirk have me closing the door to his office and moving a little closer. “Let’s cut the shit, Grant, and get to why I’m here. My dad doesn’t like you and after being in your presence for only a few minutes, I can see why. He’s worried about my sister and now so am I.” “Yes, I already know your father doesn’t like me, and to be honest, I don’t really care. All I care about is what Samantha thinks.” My fists clench at my sides. Every second that I’m near this asshole shreds a little more of my composure. “You should care about what we think because I’m not someone you want to fuck with, Fleming.” He doesn’t heed my warning. “Look, if you’re so concerned why don’t you just ask your sister about us? She’ll tell you.” “I did and I don’t believe her. She’s not the same girl I’ve always known and I think that’s your fault. So I’m going to make this as clear as possible for you. My parents plan on moving to South Carolina and we want her to come. It’d be wise of you not to interfere with that.” His eyes narrow but his smirk remains. “Well I’m sorry to disappoint you but that’s not going to happen. Samantha has already made her choice and that’s me. Nothing is going to change that. What goes on between us is our business and no one else’s. Now I can appreciate your concern being her big brother and all but you don’t need to worry about her. She’s in very good hands.” The little wink he adds shatters my control. Grabbing the back of his neck with a swift hand, I slam his face down onto the desk. A howl of pain explodes from him followed by blood spraying out of his nose. As he struggles to get free, I grind his face even harder into the oak and lean in close. “Now that’s where you’re wrong, Grant. My sister is my business and always will be. So you listen closely, motherfucker. If I find out you made her shed one goddamn tear I will come back here and rip you apart, limb from limb. Then I will hide every piece of your fucking body so no one will ever find you. Do you understand me?” When the only response I get is painful breaths, I lift his head only enough to slam it back down on the wood, drawing another howl from him. “Answer me, asshole. Do you understand?” “Yes! I understand.” Flipping him over, I smile down at the mess of his once perfect face. “Good. Make sure you don’t forget, you won’t like the consequences otherwise.” I let the threat hang in the air for a moment before giving him a few hard slaps in the face. “Glad we had this talk, Grant. Enjoy the rest of your day.” Pushing away from him, I walk out of his office, feeling a little lighter since I got to take out some of my aggression. I don’t bother looking in the receptionist’s direction as I leave, knowing I won’t be able to keep my mouth shut. The whore isn’t worth my time. When I arrive home I head right over to the guesthouse, wanting to wash away the blood that splattered on me before seeing anyone. But as I step inside I see Grace folding towels and cleaning up. That tightness in my chest comes back with a vengeance when I can tell she’s been crying. “Hey,” she greets me softly. “Hey, baby.”

“Where’ve you been?” she asks, moving toward me. Her eyes drop to my chest and narrow. “What on earth is on your shirt?” She gasps when she realizes what it is. “Is that blood? Are you bleeding?” “Yeah. I mean no. Yes, it’s blood; no, it’s not mine.” I reach down, taking my shirt off, then move to the kitchen to wash my hands and up my forearms. “What happened?” “Went and paid a visit to good ol’ Grant. My dad’s right, the guy is an asshole.” I shut off the water and begin drying my hands. “Oh lord, Sawyer, please tell me you didn’t kill him.” I turn around to see her hands on either side of her face, looking panicked. “Calm down, Cupcake. I didn’t kill anyone, as tempting as it was. I just made myself clear where Sam is concerned.” “So your dad’s right about him, huh?” She shifts nervously, looking unsure, and I fucking hate it. With a breath I lift her up and place her on the counter in front of me before stepping in-between her legs. “Yeah, baby. He’s a first class asshole, but I’m pretty sure my message was loud and clear. At least it better have been. Let’s hope Mom and Dad will be able to convince her to come with them.” My hand goes to her cheek, my thumb stroking her soft skin. She encircles my wrist and leans into my touch, her sad eyes telling me everything she’s not. “I love you,” she whispers. Slightly turning her face, she kisses the palm of my hand. I drop my forehead on hers, my eyes squeezing shut at the pain lancing through me. “I love you too, Cupcake.” “Are we okay?” My eyes snap open, and I stare into her warm, heartbroken eyes. “I’m trying, Grace. It’s hard but I’m fucking trying. Just know we’re okay. We’re always okay.” She wraps her arms tightly around my neck. I pull her in close and kiss the side of her head, the sweet smell of her hair penetrating my senses. “We’ll get through this.” She leans back, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I just need you. As long as I have you, I can get through anythin’.” “You have me. Always.” I take her lips; losing myself in a sweetness I crave every day, one I need to survive and one I refuse to live without.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Grace A fter dropping the kids off at school Monday morning, Sawyer and I sit across from Dr. Schaefer in her office as she fills us in on how the procedure will happen and the post care. My fingers have been linked with his the entire time, as I feel both nervous and guilty, knowing he’d rather be any place but here. Even if he has come to respect my decision, I know he doesn’t like it. “Any questions so far?” she asks after she finishes explaining. Before I can speak up Sawyer does. “To be honest, Doctor, I don’t really give a shit how the procedure is done or how often you do it. All I care about is that my wife comes out of it in the same shape she went in. I want to know she will make a full recovery because I refuse to accept anything else. And trust me, you don’t want to deal with me or the repercussion if she doesn’t.” Oh god… Did he really just threaten her? My eyes close in embarrassment and I swallow thickly, waiting for her to call security and have him removed. Instead, when I open my eyes I see an understanding smile on her face. “I understand your concern, Mr. Evans, and although I can’t guarantee you a hundred percent, I do give you my promise that I will do everything in my power to make sure both she and Lucy come out to live long and healthy lives.” “Just make sure it happens and we’ll be fine,” he says, his tone hard. I decide now is a good time to change the subject. “Does Lucy know yet?” She shakes her head. “No. I waited like you wanted. I’ll let you be the one to tell her.” “Thank you. How soon will this be scheduled?” “I could book you in as early as Friday.” “Four fucking days?” Sawyer bellows, making me flinch. “Sawyer, please,” I say, trying to calm him. “We haven’t even told our kids yet. We’ve barely had enough time to come to terms with this ourselves.” “As I said that’s the earliest I could get you in,” Dr. Schaefer says calmly, ignoring his outburst. “If that’s not good then we can find another date. However, time is of the essence where Lucy is concerned.” “I understand. Maybe if it’s all right we can get back to you on that?” I ask. “I need to make sure I have everything together at home and work first.” “Of course. Let me know as soon as you can.” “I will,” I agree quietly. “Is it okay if I see Lucy now? I’ve been anxious to see her again.” “I know she would love to see you again, too. She told me all about your last visit with her,” she says with a smile. “You remember where her room is?” “Yes,” I answer, standing. “Just double-check with the nurse before going in.” “I will, thank you, Dr. Schaefer. I’ll call you as soon as I have my schedule figured out.” She shakes my hand then reaches out for Sawyer ’s. It takes him a moment before he finally accepts it. “I promise your wife is in good hands, Mr. Evans.” His only response is a nod, which I guess is better than nothing. Once we walk out of her office I turn to him, my heart breaking at his expression. I step closer and wrap my arms around his waist. “I

love you,” I tell him, not knowing what else to say. I feel him release a deep breath. “I love you too, Cupcake.” “You don’t have to meet her today if you don’t want to. I can go by myself,” I offer softly. “Of course I’m going to meet her, Grace. Where you go, I go.” He leans down, sealing his words with a kiss, and it eases the heaviness in my chest. “Okay, come on.” I lead him to the elevator, taking us to the third floor. Stepping out, I head up to the nurses station. “Excuse me, is Lucy Weston able to have visitors at the moment?” “And you are?” “Grace Evans…her sister,” I say, feeling a little awkward. She frowns at me before looking down at the sheet in front of her. “Oh yes, I see your name down here on the list. Now would be a fine time to see her. Her parents just stepped out but Piper is with her.” Relief fills me, knowing my father isn’t here. “That’s great.” The nurse leads us over to the sink first so we can wash our hands then taps on Lucy’s door before opening it. “Miss Lucy, you have some visitors.” “I do?” I hear her soft, frail voice from where I stand behind the nurse. “Yes, ma’am.” The nurse moves to the side, allowing her to see who it is, and the smile that lights up Lucy’s pale face has my heart swelling with love. “Grace, you came back.” “Of course I did.” Piper stands from her spot next to the bed, wiping her eyes, a small smile gracing her face, too. “Hi, Piper,” I greet her. “Hi, Grace. Good to see you again.” “You, too.” I look back at Lucy. “I’ve brought someone with me that I want y’all to meet.” Grabbing Sawyer ’s hand, I pull him behind me as I enter the room. Both Lucy’s and Piper ’s eyes go wide and their heads crane back as they stare up at him. “Piper, Lucy, this is my husband, Sawyer. Sawyer, this is…Piper and Lucy,” I introduce nervously, refraining from saying sisters. I’m not sure how they would feel about it. “Hey, girls, nice to meet you.” They continue to stare at him, mouths open. Piper clears her throat, getting her wits about her first. “Nice to meet you, too.” Lucy remains silent until her eyes finally find mine. “He’s your husband?” she asks in disbelief. I nod, biting back a smile. “Dang, you’re lucky.” Her response makes me chuckle and of course adds to Sawyer ’s already oversized ego. “Ah, I see you’re beautiful and smart,” he says, laying on the charm. I roll my eyes, but a huge blush overtakes Lucy’s face, along with a smile. “Most people say brilliant but we can go with smart.” Piper chuckles, as does Sawyer, and it makes my heart soar because it’s the first one I’ve heard from him since telling him about Lucy. “Have a seat.” She gestures to the chair on the other side of her bed, opposite of Piper. Sawyer sits first then pulls me down on his lap. Piper remains standing and looks around uncertain. “I can leave if you want some time alone?” I wave her away. “Of course not. You can stay.” With a nod she sits back in her chair. “So how are you feelin’?” I ask, taking Lucy’s hand, noticing how cold it feels. I also notice the

dark circles around her sunken eyes look more prominent. She shrugs. “Pretty much the same, which I guess isn’t a bad thing.” Piper looks over at her, her expression telling me that’s not necessarily true. Which she confirms a second later. “Her red blood cell count has decreased drastically.” Lucy glares at Piper. My heart hurts not only at hearing that but that Lucy tried protecting me from it. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. She shrugs. “It’s fine. I’m thinkin’ I should just become a vampire, start sucking people’s blood and get my fix that way,” she says, trying to play it off as a joke when there’s nothing funny about it. “Anyway, enough about me. Tell me about you. What’s new? Where are your babies? What pies are you making today?” I swallow thickly, and do my best to paste a smile on my face as she tries to change the subject. “Well, my babies are at school. The pies I plan on makin’ will most likely be tomorrow, and I just got back from a quick visit to my in-laws in Colorado.” “Colorado?” I nod. “Yeah, that’s where Sawyer grew up.” “Do they all look like him?” she asks, making me smile. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t notice anyone else but him,” I answer honestly. “Damn straight,” Sawyers affirms, his grip tightening on my hips. “Hmm, that was sweet,” she whispers, exhaustion suddenly evident in her voice. “Actually, I have some news for you,” I tell her, unable to wait any longer. “Let me guess. He’s got a brother my age?” she asks, trying to keep the mood light. I shake my head. “Dang!” “Lucy,” I say her name quietly and give her hand a gentle squeeze; wanting her to see how serious I am right now. “The results came back.” She and Piper tense, both of their eyes locking on mine. I feel Sawyer ’s forehead fall on my back but his hands give my hips a reassuring squeeze. “Oh?” she says, looking terrified. “I’m a match.” “You are?” Her breath hitches, hope lighting her eyes. I nod. “Yeah. I just finished meeting with Dr. Schaefer and we’re working on fixin’ a time for the surgery. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna be your donor.” Before I can even finish the words she covers her face with her hands as a sob escapes her. Piper ’s head falls on Lucy’s shoulder as she releases her own emotion. “I told you, you don’t have to,” she cries. Tears spill down my cheeks as I struggle to hold my composure. Sawyer wraps his arms around me, holding me close. I grab her hand and pull it back from her face. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. In my heart, Lucy, I know it’s the right thing. I know God intended for us to meet. I just found you and Piper, I don’t want to lose y’all.” She tugs me to come closer. Getting up off Sawyer, I lean over and let her hug me. “Thank you. I would have accepted your decision no matter what and still loved you, but thank you for giving me a chance at life again.” The emotion I’ve been holding in explodes from my chest as I hug her back tightly. Piper joins in,

awkwardly trying to wrap her arms around both of us. As we all share this heartbreaking yet hopeful moment, I know I’ve made the right decision. I know God has led me here to them. The sound of the door opening breaks us of our moment. I spin around to see my father and Barbara enter the room. They both stop in their tracks at the sight of us. “Grace, I didn’t know you were here,” Barbara says, looking over at Sawyer nervously. “She’s a match!” Piper blurts out before I can say anything, “She’s going to be Lucy’s donor.” She slams a hand over her mouth and looks over at me apologetically. “Sorry.” “It’s fine.” I smile, wiping the tears from my cheek. “Oh thank God.” Barbara flings herself at me with a sob. “Thank you! From the bottom of my heart, thank you for giving my baby another chance,” she cries. “You’re welcome,” I whisper, hugging her back. Glancing up, I see my father lookin’ at us with tears in his eyes. I quickly dart my gaze to the floor, still not ready to deal with him quite yet. Remembering Sawyer is in the room, I step back from Barbara and introduce them. I don’t bother with my father since they already know each other and I know Sawyer ’s reception will not be welcoming. “Nice to meet you, Sawyer.” “You, too,” he says, shaking her hand. His greeting isn’t as friendly as it was to Piper and Lucy but it’s at least nicer than it was to my father. “Well, we should go and let you rest,” I say, turning to Lucy. “But I’ll be back soon and let you know when the date has been scheduled.” She nods, a big smile brightening her face. “Sounds good. Maybe I could meet Parker and Hope soon.” The thought of having to tell them about this breaks my heart, yet it warms when I think about Lucy and Piper meeting them. “Yeah, I’m sure we can work something out.” I take Sawyer ’s hand and am about to leave when Lucy grabs his arm, stopping him. She stares up at him, her expression somber. “Thank you for letting me have a piece of your wife forever.” He nods, smirking down at her, but I don’t miss the tick of his jaw or the way his throat bobs. “Now you’ll be even more special.” His words send my heart into a tailspin and brings on a fresh wave of tears. Raising her hand he kisses the top, close to where her IV is. “It was nice to meet you, Lucy.” “You, too,” she whispers back. After a good-bye to Piper and Barbara we walk out of the hospital room, never making eye contact with my father. I turn to Sawyer in the hallway, hugging him tight. “Do you understand now?” I ask, looking up at him with tears flooding my cheeks. My heart shatters when I see his eyes red and glassy. “Yeah, Cupcake. I understand. Tell the doctor to book Friday. We’ll tell the kids tonight and I’ll make sure everything is taken care of.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Sawyer T he fear of the unknown washes over the kids’ faces as Grace tries explaining to them who Lucy is and what she plans to do to help her. “Is it gonna hurt you, Mama?” Hope asks, her lip trembling. I watch Grace swallow, struggling to get words out, so I cut in. “Come here, Shortcake.” Picking her up, I bring her on my lap. “Mama won’t feel it. She’ll be asleep and when she wakes up the doctor will give her medicine so it doesn’t hurt. But when she comes home we’ll have to be really careful around her and help her get better, okay?” She nods at me then looks over at Grace. “I’ll take really good care of you, Mama.” Grace reaches out and strokes her cheek. “I know you will, baby girl. Don’t worry, I’ll be better in no time and we’ll get back to our bakin’. In the meantime, you think of more creations for us, okay? The bakery will need it.” “No problem. I got this,” she says. “I thought you didn’t have any family,” Parker says, his tone accusing. “Well, I do, but some of them aren’t very nice so I don’t have a relationship with them. I just met Lucy and Piper and they’re wonderful. They really want to meet y’all. Maybe we can go for a visit and—” “I don’t want you to do it,” Parker interrupts. Fear and anger—the same feelings I’ve struggled with—written all over his face. “Honey, come here.” Grace pulls him closer, bringing him to stand in front of her where she sits on the sofa next to me. “I know this seems scary, but everything will be okay. Lucy needs me right now.” “Why can’t someone else do it?” “Because I’m the only one who can. Lucy and I share a very rare blood type. I’m all she has. If I don’t do this, Parker, she could die. It’s very serious.” “What about us?” he asks, his eyes filling with tears no matter how hard he tries fighting them back. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I can’t live without you, Mom.” When a sob rattles from his small chest, Grace pulls him in for a hug. “Mama could die?” Hope cries. “No, your mom isn’t going to die,” I grind out; feeling like someone poured fucking acid down my throat. “Listen, guys, everything is going to be okay. Mom is going to help Lucy and we’re going to help her, but we need to be strong. Can you do that?” All I get are sniffles and nods, including from Grace. “I love you, Mama,” Hope says, leaning over to wrap her arms around Grace’s neck. Parker wraps his around both of them. With an excruciating breath, I pull all three of them in and hold them close. I’ve never felt so fucking helpless in all my life.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Grace “Good girl, now carefully drizzle the caramel over top.” I stand behind Hope at our kitchen island, helping her pour the ingredients into the crust for the pie we’re making to bring to Lucy tonight. It was her creation, and it’s a beautiful one. It warmed my heavy heart. The kids didn’t go to school today. We kept them home since last night was so emotional on everyone. They even slept with Sawyer and me, they didn’t want to leave me, and I didn’t want to be away from them either. I haven’t been able to swallow past the permanent lump that has formed in my throat since telling them. I know I’m doing the right thing but it doesn’t make it any easier. My heart is shattered knowing how much I’m hurting my family. The last people on earth I’d ever want to hurt. When making this decision, I had been thinking about Lucy and how I needed to help her any way I could. Of course I thought about my family too, especially what I would do if they had Lucy’s condition. However, after last night I’ve been thinkin’ more about the risks to myself and what would happen if something does goes wrong. Who will take care of them if something happens to me? Who will bake pies with Hope? Or make sure Parker gets all the hugs and kisses he deserves. Would Sawyer remarry? These thoughts leave me heartsick. They’re all things I can’t stop thinking about and I’m terrified. I’m trying to be strong though and not show it. Not only because I don’t want to worry the kids but also because I know this was a choice I made. It’s not fair to dump my fears on Sawyer when I know he’s struggling with this himself. So I’ve vowed to keep this locked inside as best as I can and be strong for my family. It’s the least I can do. “I sure hope Miss Lucy likes my creation.” With a smile I put the warm pot back on the stove. “I’m sure she’ll love it. She’s really excited to meet you and Parker, so that in itself will make her happy.” As I come up beside her and start sealing up the pie with the dough, Hope begins putting the heart shapes on top for decoration. “Mama, can I ask you somethin’?” “Of course.” “If Lucy’s daddy is your daddy, how come we never saw him before?” I knew this question would come up eventually. I was surprised it hadn’t last night, probably because there were other things preoccupying their little minds and hearts. A small sigh leaves me as I think of how to explain it to her. I decide with the truth. “My mom, Grandma Hope, met my dad before he met Lucy’s mom,” I pause, making sure she’s following me. When she nods I continue. “When Grandma Hope got pregnant with me, he decided he wasn’t ready to have a child and ended up moving away.” “He didn’t want you?” How one innocent question can strike so much pain. I shake my head and give her a small smile. “That’s not very nice,” she whispers.

I shrug, trying to act like it doesn’t hurt. “Not everyone gets to have an amazin’ daddy like you, but you know what?” “What?” “It didn’t hurt me because I had the best Mama in the whole world. Her love was so strong it was all I needed. We laughed together, baked together, shopped together. We conquered the world, just her and me.” She smiles. “I bet you miss her a whole lot.” I nod. “Every day. But havin’ you, Parker, and Daddy makes it better.” “I wish I could’ve met her.” Close to losing the tears I’m desperately trying to hold in, I move behind her again and wrap my arms around her small body, holdin’ her close. “Me too, baby. She would have loved y’all so much. But I know she’s smilin’ down on us from heaven with every pie we make.” The thought of Hope having to live without me, if something goes wrong on Friday, has a searing pain slicing through me. “I want you to promise me somethin’, Hope,” I whisper, turning to press a kiss to her cheek. “Anythin’.” “Never forget this. Never forget our moments together. Whenever you’re missin’ me, remember what it feels like when we’re together, creatin’ something special with our hands. Something no one else can because it came only from us. No matter what happens, we’ll always have this.” I’m amazed at how strong my voice is considering how frail I am on the inside. “I’ll never forget, Mama. You’re my bestest friend in the whole world.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip. “You’re mine too, baby.” I do my best to swallow back the emotion burning my throat. “You ready to finish off this pie?” She nods. Sweeping some flour between my fingers, I start the poem we always say to finish off each recipe. “All you need is a pinch of Grace,” I whisper, sprinkling it on the pie. “And a dash of Hope,” she follows, tossing more on top. “To make life sweeter.” I turn and press a kiss to her cheek. “And help love grow,” she whispers, kissin’ my cheek back, her tears mixin’ with my own.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Sawyer A fter washing our hands at the station, Grace knocks on Lucy’s hospital room door and peeks her head in. “Hey, y’all, is it okay if we come in?” she says. I have no idea who is all in there. I’m praying her asshole sperm donor isn’t one of them. It’s one thing to accept this for Lucy’s sake but I refuse to accept him. Anytime I’m around him I want to knock his ass out. “Yes, of course, come in.” Grace and Hope enter first. With a hand on Parker ’s shoulder I urge him in after them, knowing he’s still hesitant even after the talk I had with him earlier. Can’t say I blame the kid, I felt the same way…still do, but after meeting Lucy I feel a little differently and hopefully he will, too. “Oh my gosh, who do we have here?” Lucy’s frail voice barely echoes through the room as she struggles to sit up and greet everyone. She looks even worse than when I saw her yesterday. Her face is paler and eyes more sunken in. Shit! Her mom and sister are with her and both look like they’ve been crying. Thankfully, no sign of the old man. They quickly wipe their tears away and Grace starts the introductions with Barbara. “Hello, Miss Barbara, nice to meet ya,” my Shortcake says, putting her tiny hand out all businesslike to shake Barbara’s. “Well hello, little Miss Hope, it’s a pleasure to meet you. What good manners you have.” She shakes her hand before moving to Parker next. “And you, Parker.” “Hey,” Parker mumbles, accepting her hand for the sake of pleasantries. “And this is Piper,” Grace says next. Piper kneels in front of them. “Hi, Hope and Parker, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m glad you guys could come. We could sure use the company tonight.” “Is everything okay?” Grace asks, concerned. “Everything is fine,” Lucy croaks. The look Barbara and Piper give each other says it’s clearly not but they leave it alone. “My turn.” Lucy looks at the children, eagerly waiting for her introduction. Hope doesn’t wait for Grace to introduce her and walks right up to the bed. “Hi, Miss Lucy, my name is Hope Catherine Evans. Me and Mama baked you a special pie today.” She thrusts the pie toward her that she’s been holding. “It’s one of my most specialist creations. It’s called Healin’ Pie. It’s gonna heal you for when Mama helps with your osperation.” Lucy stares at her, her sunken eyes wide and glossy with tears. “You made this for me?” “Yes, ma’am. Mama helped of course, ’cause only the best pies are made when we do it together.” She gapes at her, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Thank you so much. This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.” She’s about to take the pie from Hope but Grace intervenes, grabbing it to set it down on the stand next to her. “You’re welcome,” Hope says. “I wasn’t sure what your favorites were so I took a guess. Do you like bananas, chocolate, marshmallows, and…” She pauses, thinking. “Oh yes, and caramel?”

Lucy smiles. Her body might look weak but her smile sure isn’t. “Yes, I do. Those were great guesses.” Hope beams, proud of herself. “Can I have a hug, Hope?” Hope walks into her arms before she finishes the question, hugging her tight. “Everythin’ is gonna be okay, Miss Lucy. I’ve been prayin’.” A bunch of muffled sniffles sound throughout. Jesus, now my fucking throat is on fire. “Thank you,” Lucy whispers. “Prayers can be powerful and I need all the ones I can get right now.” Barbara turns away to hide her emotion and moves for the door. “I’m going to go get Dr. Schaefer and let her know Grace is here.” That puts me on alert. It’s clear there’s something going on. After the door closes Hope steps back and Lucy looks at Parker. “Hi, Parker.” “Hey,” he greets her, his voice softer than before. “You’re as handsome as your daddy,” she tells him. “I know.” Everyone chuckles at his honesty. Can’t blame the kid for being confident. I urge him forward to give her what he has. “Um, I got this for you.” As he hands her the big folded piece of paper Grace comes to stand next to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I pull her in close and drop a kiss on the top of her head. Lucy opens the picture and a single rose falls out. Picking it up she brings it to her nose, her eyes closing as she inhales it. A smile forms on her lips when she looks at Parker. “You bought me this flower?” He nods. “Yeah, my dad took me.” “He even used his own money,” I tell her, knowing he won’t. Her smile brightens. “I’ve never gotten flowers from a boy before. Thank you, Parker.” “You’re welcome,” he mumbles, ducking his head. Barbara and Dr. Schaefer come walking in at that moment. “Hi, Grace,” she greets her with a smile before nodding at me. “Sawyer.” I return her nod, my heart pounding like a fucking drum in my chest. Grace introduces her to the kids. “Very nice to meet you both,” she says, shaking each of their hands before looking at Grace and me. “Can I speak to you for a moment out in the hall?” I glance down at the kids, not wanting them to hear whatever the hell she’s going to say. Piper waves us away. “Go ahead, Lucy and I will keep them company.” “Is that okay with you guys?” I ask them, mainly looking at Parker. When they both nod, Piper brings Parker over to the chair beside her while Hope crawls up on Lucy’s bed next to her. Feeling certain they’re okay with it, Grace and I follow the doctor and Barbara out into the hall. “What’s happening?” Grace asks, her voice trembling. A look of regret washes over Dr. Schaefer ’s face. “Lucy is deteriorating even faster than I expected. I’m nervous to wait until Friday. What are the chances of you being able to come in sooner?” “How soon?” Grace asks.

“Tomorrow afternoon.” “Fuck,” I breathe, feeling like someone’s ripping my fucking guts out. Grace looks up at me with fear in her eyes. I pull her against me and try tamping down the panic threatening to suffocate me. “Yes,” she whispers. “If there’s no other choice then I’ll be here tomorrow.” Tomorrow. One fucking night before my wife gives a part of herself she’ll never get back. An act of selflessness that could very well cost her, her own life and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Grace W e sit in the living room at Jax and Jules’s with some of our closest friends. After we left the hospital Sawyer had called Cade, Cooper, and Mac to come and meet us so we could fill them in. All the children are upstairs in the playroom, their laughter traveling through the solemn air, easing some of my anxious heart. “You sure about this, Grace?” Cooper asks. I nod. “Y’all would understand if you met Lucy. She’s amazing and has become very special to me in a short amount of time.” Mac puts an arm around my shoulders. “You know I’m worried ’bout you, darlin’, but it’s your decision and I respect it. Don’t worry about the bakery. I got you covered.” “We’ll all pitch in and help,” Faith says. “We can even take the kids if you need.” “Thanks, but Sawyer ’s parents will be here in the morning, they’re gonna help.” I glance at Sawyer who leans against the wall. He gives me a wink and smile that does nothing to mask the turmoil in his expression. He looks destroyed and it’s my fault. “Grace, why don’t us girls go outside and get some air?” Kayla suggests. Swallowing thickly, I nod and get up to follow them out the door. Sawyer stops me as I pass him with a hand on my arm. As I look up at him, he hooks a hand around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. A kiss that floods my body with warmth and lights up my soul. A kiss I pray to feel for the next fifty years. He pulls back and rests his forehead on mine, creatin’ an intimacy as if we’re the only people in the room. After a long moment he presses his lips to where his forehead was resting and lets me go. I walk away quickly, not wanting to burst into tears in front of everyone. As soon as I make it outside I take in lungfuls of much needed air, my breath heavy and fast. “Yeah, figured you could use some fresh air,” Kayla says. “Are you okay, Grace?” Julia asks, coming up to rub my back. I’m about to lie and say yes, but my heart can’t do it. “No, I’m not. I hate that I’m hurting my family. I’m so scared, not only for myself but Lucy, too. Everything is happenin’ so fast I feel like I can’t catch my breath.” “Are you having second thoughts?” Faith asks. “No. Not at all, but it’s still scary, ya know? Lucy…” I trail off, lightly shaking my head. “She still has so much to live for. Y’all will love her when you meet her.” “I’m sure we will, especially if she’s a part of you,” Julia says, warming my heart. “The whole situation sucks, Grace,” Kayla starts. “But you can’t blame yourself for any of this. Not even your family’s feelings. No matter what decision you would have chosen it would have hurt someone, but with this decision it could work out for everyone.” “Exactly,” Faith agrees softly. “If it’s any consolation I would be doing the very same thing.” I stare back at three of my closest friends—friends who have become like sisters to me—and ask them the one thing that’s being weighing on me the most. “I need y’all’s help,” I whisper, the tears I’ve been desperately trying to hold back erupting to the surface.

“Anything,” Julia says. “Promise me…” I trail off, my breath hitching. “Promise me, if something happens to me, you will help take care of my family.” I cover my mouth as a sob explodes from me. The three of them wrap me in their arms, holding me tight, their pain mixing with my own. “Nothing’s going to happen to you,” Kayla chokes out. “But we have you covered, Grace. We always will.” “That’s right,” Julia whispers, “because we’re family and we always take care of our own.” I breathe a little easier knowing that no matter what happens, from here on out, my family will always have this.

* I sit next to Hope on her bed, tucking her in nice and tight like always. “You excited for Grandma and Grandpa to be here in the morning?” She nods. “Yeah, but I sure am gonna miss you tomorrow when you’re gone.” I watch her little throat bob and it rips through my wounded heart. “I’m gonna miss you too, baby, but it will only be for a couple of days. I’ll be home before you know it. In the meantime, enjoy your time with Grandma and Grandpa and think of some amazin’ creations for us, okay?” She nods. “I already have a new one brewin’.” I smile. “What’s it called?” She watches me, her small hand rising to lie against my cheek. “It’s called I Love My Mama Pie and it’s gonna have the sweetest of ingredients because you’re so sweet.” My smile brightens, love fillin’ my heart. “It sounds wonderful. I can’t wait to make it with you.” “Me, too.” I drop a kiss to her forehead. “Good night, Hope, I’ll see you in the mornin’.” “Night, Mama.” Before leaving I scoot down and press a kiss to Chuckie’s head, where his chin rests on her little feet. He always takes turns sleepin’ with each of the kids. “Night, boy,” I whisper, earning myself a groan in response that has both Hope and me gigglin’. Walking out, I pass Sawyer as he exits out of Parker ’s room and find myself unable to make eye contact with him. I’m already too close to breaking. “Hey,” I softly greet Parker, pasting on the best smile I can muster. “Hey.” I sit next to him on the bed, my arms bracing on either side of him. “So what did you think of Lucy and Piper?” He shrugs. “They seem nice.” “They are. And Lucy loved the flower you bought her. It brightened her spirits.” He nods but remains quiet. I reach out and cup his small handsome face that looks so much like his father ’s. “Everything is going to be okay, Parker. I promise. I’ll be home before you know it.” “I know,” he says but doesn’t sound convinced. “Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take good care of Hope while you’re gone.” A smile curves my lips. “I know you will, because you’re just like your father.” I lean down, pressing my lips to his cheek. “Strong,” I say, moving to his forehead to lay another one. “Kind.” Then down to the tip of his nose. “And honorable.” His small arms lock around my neck, hugging me close. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, baby. More than the moon and stars.” “You know when I play all those jokes on you it’s only ’cause I love you, right?” “Of course I do,” I whisper, hating for him to think otherwise. “Those jokes, Parker, are one of the many things I love about you. You might give me a heart attack but you also make me laugh, and girls love to laugh,” I tell him, remembering our conversation the other morning in the kitchen. “Good. Then I’ll make sure to have a lot more for you when you get out of the hospital.” “I’m counting on it,” I chuckle, giving him one more kiss. “Good night, I’ll see you in the mornin’.” “Night, Mom.” As I leave his room and close the door, I’m about to head to the kitchen but stop when I hear Sawyer and Hope. “Daddy, can I tell you a secret?” “Always.” “Don’t tell Mama, okay?” As a moment of silence stretches between them, I try not to let that sting. “Okay.” “I’m tryin’ so hard to be brave for her but I’m real scared and my heart is hurtin’ an awful lot right now,” she says, her words turning into a sob. Pain explodes through me, knocking the breath from my lungs. I didn’t think I could hurt any more than I already did but I was so wrong. “You don’t need to be afraid, Shortcake. Everything is going to be okay. I promise not to let anything happen to her.” Unable to bear hearing another word, I move into my room and drop down on my bed, my face burying into the mattress as I shatter into a million pieces. I sob out all the hurt and fear ripping through me. I have no idea how long I cry for before I feel the bed dip behind me, and Sawyer ’s warmth wrap around me. His hand coasts up my shirt, his warm rough skin resting on my tummy as his lips press against my bare shoulder. “Don’t cry, Cupcake,” he whispers, his voice sounding as sad as I feel. It only makes me cry harder. “I’m so sorry I’m hurtin’ y’all.” “You’re not hurting us. The whole situation fucking sucks, for you and Lucy, but it’s not on you, Grace. It’s not your fault.” I turn over to face him, his hand now moving to my back as I stare up at him. I cup his strong jaw; his green eyes that I love so much are dark with pain. “Sawyer,” I whisper through my tears. “If something happens, I want you to—” His hand slams down over my mouth. “Don’t!” he grinds out, his jaw locked down. “Don’t fucking say that. Nothing’s going to happen to you.” His breaths come out short and fast, each one sounding painful. “It can’t because I can’t fucking survive without you. You hear me?” The desperation in his voice has me nodding. I swallow back my emotion, seeing how much he needs me. Removing his hand, he replaces it with his mouth, his kiss exploding through me and warming every cold, fearful place inside of me. My hands move to his shirt, pulling it up his body. “I need you,” I plead against his lips. As he sits up to remove his shirt, I lose mine, and soon the rest of our clothes follow. I suck in a sharp breath the moment he moves over me, his skin meeting mine, sending electricity through every nerve ending of my body.

Always. It’s always like this. After pressing a long kiss to my forehead, his intense eyes hold mine as he enters me in one smooth motion, completing me—body and soul. “I love you so much,” I cry, unable to stop myself. “I love you too, baby,” he says, his voice sounding as rough as sandpaper. He drops his forehead on mine. “Promise you’ll come back to me.” “I promise,” I whisper, unable to deny him, and pray that I can keep that promise. Reaching for my hand, his fingers link with mine before moving it above my head, holding on tight as his body moves inside of me with absolute perfection. A single tear escapes him, spilling onto my face and mixing with my own as he stares down at me. Wrapping my arms around him, I hide my face in his neck and cling to him with everything I am. Every touch, every breath, and every kiss is achingly beautiful as he makes love to me like never before. He makes love to me as if it will be the last time.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Sawyer I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life. I’ve voluntarily walked into a war zone. Slept in some of the worst places imaginable. I’ve been chained up like an animal, whipped and beaten within an inch of my life. I’ve kissed death a thousand times. But as I sit here in the hospital waiting room, knowing someone is slicing into my wife, I’ve never felt more fucking terrified in all my life. There’s a silent terror locked inside of my chest, making it impossible to breathe. It claws its way through my insides and tries working up my throat. I feel like I’m going to be sick. I swore to my kids this morning that everything was going to be okay. I swore to Grace that I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, and I have yet to ever break a promise. I went as far as threatening serious harm if my wife didn’t come back to me. Unfortunately, the rest is out of my control, and I’ve never felt more fucking helpless. I sit with my head down, elbows resting on my knees. My hands shake and palms sweat. Piper, Barbara, and dickhead sit across from me. Other than a simple hi to the mom and Piper, I’ve ignored them. Mainly because I’m worried I’ll unleash all of this pent-up rage on the asshole next to them. I’m so caught up in my head that I don’t register the sound of several footsteps until they’re standing in the same room as me. “Want some company?” My head snaps up at the sound of Kayla’s voice, and I get to my feet when I see the waiting room filled with my closest friends—family. Everyone from Kayla and Cooper, Julia and Jaxson, Cade and Faith, Nick and Katelyn…even Sarge and Mac are here. “What are you guys doing here?” I ask, hating how gruff my voice sounds. Jaxson walks over, clapping me on the shoulder. “We’ve lived through hell together once already, we weren’t about to make you live through it again alone.” The fucker makes me want to cry like a pussy. Cade clasps my hand, clapping me on the back. No words needed. Cooper follows after him. “How are you holding up?” Julia asks, hugging me around the waist. “Other than wanting to beat the shit out of something, not bad,” I lie. “Well, I could go find Dr. Sissy for you,” Kayla offers. “You could beat the shit out of him and I could kick his wife’s ass. That would be fun, and a good way to release all this aggression.” The girls snicker while Cooper looks over at her, unimpressed. She shrugs. “It was just a suggestion.” Probably more for her benefit than mine. She’s been dying to lay into Jenny for years. It still shocks the hell out of me that those two married, and they’re both as pathetic as their marriage. Glancing over, I see Barbara and Piper staring at everyone and decide to introduce them, knowing Grace would want me to. “Guys, this is Barbara Weston and her daughter Piper.” I don’t need to state more than that since they know who they are. Jaxson and Julia introduce themselves first then everyone else follows suit. Even though I didn’t

introduce them to Weston, the girls say hi to him anyway. “And I’m Mac, Grace’s father,” he says, chest puffed out as he glares at Weston. After introductions, everyone finds a seat while we settle in for a long ass wait. “Did they say how long?” Cade asks. “Too fucking long,” I mutter. Faith wraps her arms around my one, offering comfort. “Everything will be okay.” I nod, even though I don’t have much faith at the moment. The whole situation sucks and it’s not just my wife I’m concerned about. I want Lucy coming out in better shape than how she went in, too. Minutes turn into hours and hours turn into excruciating pain. Fear eats at me from the inside out as I get the feeling something is wrong. I begin pacing again for the millionth time. “What the fuck is taking so long? I swear to god, if both of them don’t come out of this I’m…” I trail off at the sound of footsteps and turn around to see Dr. Schaefer walking toward us, decked out in scrubs, sweat dotting her forehead beneath her sky blue cap. The Westons jump to their feet as she approaches. My heart thunders in my ears, icy terror rushing through my veins as I wait to hear what she’s about to tell me. She looks between both of us, a small smile—that better be a fucking good one—forming across her mouth. “Everything went very well with both surgeries.” All of the air leaves my lungs in one breath, my legs threatening to buckle beneath me with relief. “Thank God.” The girls wrap their arms around my waist while the Westons share in their own celebratory hug. “Now we wait and hope Lucy’s body does not reject the transplant. We have already started doing everything in our power to prevent that from happening.” “Where’s Grace? I want to see her,” I demand. I can’t be away from her for another second. I need to see for myself that she’s all right. Dr. Schaefer nods. “She’s slowly coming to in the recovery room now. I’ll bring you to her,” she says before looking at the Westons. “Give Lucy a few more minutes. I’ll come and get you as soon as we get her settled.” “Thank you,” Barbara says. As I look to the group, Julia waves me away. “Go on, let us know once she’s settled in a room and we can pop in quick to see her.” With a nod I begin to follow Dr. Schaefer when Piper calls out to me. I turn around to see her walking up to me. She surprises me by wrapping her arms around my waist. “Thank you again,” she whispers. “Please tell Grace I’ll be in to see her as soon as she can have visitors.” I hug her back. “I will, you tell Lucy the same for me.” She nods against my chest then steps back, leaving tear marks on my shirt. I follow Dr. Schaefer, my legs not moving fast enough. “She may be a little disoriented still since she’s just coming to, so be prepared for that. Usually, we would have no visitors until we move her into a room. However, I have a feeling had I said that to you my day wouldn’t have ended on a good note,” she adds with a small smile. I grunt. “Smart move, Doc.” She chuckles, not offended in the least, and leads me through a set of double doors marked ‘hospital staff only’ before taking me down the hall to a room on the right. She stands outside the open door and gestures for me to walk in first.

As soon as I enter, I come to an abrupt halt at the sight before me. My Cupcake, lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines with tubes coming out of her. A nurse is beside her, monitoring her vitals. The surgery may have gone well but she looks…sick—weak—and I don’t fucking like it. Dr. Schaefer puts a hand on my back. “Go on. She’s fine. Like I said, she’s just coming around.” At the sound of her voice Grace slowly looks over at me, her beautiful, warm eyes tired as the softest smile curves her lips. “Sawyer,” she whispers, so low I barely hear her. She turns her palm up where it lays on her lap. With a painful breath I walk over and sit down next to her bed. Taking her cold hand with the IV in it, I clasp it between my own and bring it to my mouth. “Hey, Cupcake,” I finally manage to say, the words thick as they work their way past the burn in my throat. “Lucy?” she croaks, her eyes falling closed before forcing them back open. “Lucy’s good. Dr. Schaefer says everything went well. Piper said to say hi and everyone is out in the waiting room, the whole group. They came and waited with me.” “Hmmm, that’s so nice,” she muses softly. Her fingers move against my lips, her eyes never leaving mine. “Thank you.” Another excruciating breath leaves me, my eyes starting to burn as much as my throat. “I didn’t do shit, baby, but you’re welcome.” Her weak smile spreads, yet she’s too tired to say more. Standing, I lean over and kiss her lips, resting my forehead on hers. “You did so good, Grace. Everything’s going to be okay, and it’s all because of you.” I feel like shit when a sudden wetness leaks from my eyes onto her face. “Love you,” she whispers, her lips barely brushing mine. “Love you, too, Cupcake. Always.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Grace A week later I’m being discharged and I’ve never been so happy to be going home. I hate that I’ll be leavin’ Lucy here, since her road to recovery is a lot longer than mine, but so far it’s looking hopeful for her and that’s what’s most important. Sawyer hasn’t left my side once. He’s even slept here, and I know he must be missin’ the kids as much as I am. Even though they have come to see us every day, it’s not the same. I’ve been so blessed with all my friends and family over the past few days. Not only have they been so supportive in coming to see me, but also with helpin’ out with all of the things I can’t do at the moment, especially the bakery. Something I miss desperately. I can’t wait for the day to get the all clear to work again. However, Sawyer has made it abundantly clear he doesn’t want me to pull as many shifts anymore and wants me to hire more help. He doesn’t want me risking my health and getting run down. I know he’s still worried but hopefully, as time goes on and once I’m fully healed, he’ll see that everything will be okay. As if my thoughts conjured him, Sawyer walks into my room, pushing a wheelchair. Closing the door he holds up a hand, clutching an unopened bag of the crackers I’ve enjoyed eating this last week whenever I felt nauseous. A sexy grin curves his lips. “Look what I snagged when I walked by the snack room.” “Sawyer, you can’t take those. That’s stealin’.” “No, it’s not. It’s open to the public.” “It’s open for patients. I’m not a patient any longer. You’re not allowed to take them home.” “Fuck that. This hospital has gotten a shit-ton of my money. I’ve more than paid for these crackers. So if I want to swipe my Cupcake’s favorite crackers I’m fucking going to.” I gape at him before a painful laugh explodes past my lips. Clutching my side, I moan. “Stop, don’t make me laugh.” All of his amusement vanishes. “Shit, sorry.” He rushes over and kneels down in front of me where I sit on the edge of the bed. His hands slip under my sundress, stroking the tops of my thighs. “When’s the last time you had something for pain?” “Not since early this mornin’. I’ve been trying to hold off, because I don’t want to be sleepy when we get home so I can spend time with the kids. But I think it may be inevitable.” “Baby, you’ll have all the time in the world with the kids. Worry about yourself. I don’t want you in pain,” he says, dropping a kiss on my bare thigh. Reaching out, I stroke his cheek with my hand. “Know what would make it feel better?” “What?” “If you kissed me.” With a growl he stands and does exactly that. He seals his mouth over mine, sending heat to explode through every part of my body, especially my heart. “I can’t wait until I can do more than kiss you,” he groans, pulling back reluctantly. “Me, too.” He presses his lips to my forehead. “Come on, Cupcake. Let’s go home.” Home. The most beautiful place on earth because of the people it’s filled with.

“I wanna stop and see Lucy before we go,” I say, slipping off the bed and into the wheelchair. “Yeah, I’ll take you there, but first this.” He hands me a pain pill with a glass of water, which I accept since I’m feeling pretty uncomfortable. Just as he takes the glass from me, someone knocks on the door. I frown, wondering who it could be since all of the discharge papers have been signed. “Come in,” I call out. When the knob turns, the last person I expected to see walks through the door—my father. I haven’t seen him other than when I was first moved to my room and he came with Barbara. “Hi, Grace.” He nods, looking uncomfortable. “What do you want?” Sawyer asks tightly, the room seeming to drop in temperature with the icy disdain in his voice. My father clears his throat. “I was hoping I could speak with Grace for a moment.” My heart kicks up nervously, having an idea of what he wants to talk about. “No.” I put my hand on Sawyer ’s arm. “It’s okay. Give us a minute, will you?” He shakes his head. “No way, I’m not leaving you.” I sigh, understanding he’s worried, but this is a conversation that’s long overdue and needs to happen, whether I want it to or not. “Just right outside the door. I promise I’ll call you if I need you.” He stares down at me, not budgin’. “Please, Sawyer.” “Fine,” he relents with a growl. “Right outside the door.” He points. I nod, biting back a smile. “Right outside the door.” He drops a swift kiss to my forehead then moves for the door, his hard eyes trained on my father. “You make her shed one fucking tear and I’ll rip you apart.” “Sawyer,” I hiss in warning. He spins around, flashing that charming smile on me, his arms spread out. “Just making sure he understands, Cupcake.” With a wink the sexy bugger heads out the door. My father expels a shaky breath. “That man of yours. He’s…” He pauses, trying to find the right word. “Intense? Protective?” I offer. “Yes, those are good words to describe him.” “Those are qualities I love most about him. I was alone for a long time and had nobody to protect me when I needed it most, so it’s nice to have that now.” Something that looks a lot like guilt flashes in his eyes before they drop to the floor. He nods, and I hear him swallow before bringing his eyes to mine. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes.” That’s a major understatement. “Unfortunately, back when I met your mother I was not strong enough to stand up to my family and their expectations of who they thought my wife should be.” That comment has my blood heating. “Well, the only one who lost out was you. Because my mother was too good for the likes of you and your family.” He nods. “Yes, she was, and I’m the first to admit it.” My eyes narrow as I try to figure out what his deal is. “I really want a chance to try and fix the mistakes I’ve made, because I know I’ve made a lot. Especially with you.” A bitter laugh escapes me. “Mistakes? Do you have any idea who I had to live with and what I endured because I had no one. Because of your mistakes.”

The pain from my past begins surfacing, setting my chest on fire, and it spreads like wildfire. “I’m sorry. I know it means nothing now, and if I could change what I’ve done, I would.” He’s right. It doesn’t mean anything. However, as horrible as what I went through was, I can’t regret how things turned out. “I wouldn’t change it,” I whisper, surprising him. “My mother and I had a beautiful life. Even though we didn’t have much, we always had each other. Not only that, but if you had stayed there would be no Lucy or Piper, and for that I can’t be sorry. They’ve come to mean an awful lot to me.” He watches me, something weighing in his eyes that I can’t decipher. I duck my head, feeling uncomfortable now. A long moment of silence stretches between us, and I expect him to walk out the door since that’s what he does best, but he doesn’t. “I loved her.” My head snaps up and I see his throat bob as he struggles to hold in his emotion. “I know it might be hard for you to believe, but nothing has ever been more true. When she smiled it would make everything in my world that was wrong, right. Her warm, innocent eyes led me to see right down to her beautiful soul. She had the kind of voice that was so soft and genuine it would make me believe in things I didn’t think existed.” I’m completely frozen as I listen to his perfect description of my mother. “I love Barbara, a lot. But I had yet to ever meet anyone like your mother until…” He pauses and clears his throat, tears welling in his eyes. “Until seven years ago when you walked into that restaurant and I saw the same eyes, same smile, and same soul. And after what you’ve done for Lucy, you’ve proven that your heart is just as beautiful as hers was. You’re exactly like your mother, Grace.” Pressing my lips together, my chest constricts with pain as I think about her, a tear slipping down my cheek. “Shit,” he says, surprising me. “Can you do me a favor and try really hard not to cry, because your husband scares the hell out of me.” Laughter erupts from me and that’s when I really lose my composure. Covering my face with my hands, I shake my head, having no idea what to think or feel. Hearing him speak that way about my mother has me missing her even more. I hear him release a heavy sigh and move toward me. But I keep my face hidden until he pulls one of my hands away and I see him kneeling in front of my chair. “I’m sorry for hurting you, more than you will ever know,” he says, his voice strained with emotion. “I can’t change the past but I’d like to change the future. I know it will be a lot of work on my part but I’m willing to show you. I want you to be a part of my family, Grace, because you are my daughter. Just as much as Lucy and Piper are.” I only stare at him, because I’m too scared to say anything. I’m not ready to accept his apology. “It will take time and I understand that. I’ll be patient but I won’t leave you. Not this time.” He leans in and kisses my cheek. “Thank you, not only for what you did for Lucy but also for being you.” Standing, he walks out of the room, leaving me to stare after him with all of my old, painful wounds resurfaced. Sawyer walks in and stops in his tracks when he sees me, fury washing over his expression. “I knew it! That motherfucker is dead,” he spits, turning to charge after my father. “Sawyer, please don’t leave.” The sound of my plea stops him. He turns back to me, his furious expression softening. “I need you right now,” I whisper. He doesn’t hesitate, coming to drop down in front of me. I reach out and grab him, hugging him tightly as I cry out the pain of my past. His strong arms hold me close, his lips murmuring in my ear

as he comforts me. Eventually, he leans back, taking my face between his hands. “Did he hurt you?” “No,” I whisper. “He was actually really nice. It’s just…old wounds.” I shrug. “Some that I thought were healed but I guess not.” He watches me, sympathy dark in his intense green eyes. “We’ll heal them, baby. I promise I won’t give up until every wound you bear is gone.” This man and the way he loves me is something I will never have enough of. He’s been my one constant since finding him. No one will ever own my heart the way he does. “Thank you,” I whisper. “For what?” “For takin’ such good care of me, especially this week, and more than anything for loving me, even when it hasn’t always been easy.” His thumb strokes my cheek before his lips replace it, erasing the remainder of my tears as he trails them to my ear. “The easiest thing I’ve ever done in my life is love you, Grace.” My eyes fall closed as my heart tumbles beautifully in my chest, a warm peace blanketing my soul. He always knows what to say. “You ready to go see Lucy, baby?” “Yeah.” After pressing a kiss to the side of my head, he stands and begins wheeling me to Lucy’s room down the hall. Her door is open for us to enter, and the smile she has when seeing me brings a matching one of my own. “I was hoping you were going to come see me before you left,” she says. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss saying good-bye to you.” Barbara and Piper come over with a smile, leaning down to give me a hug. By the way they look at me it’s clear they know I’ve been crying but don’t call notice to it. Lucy, on the other hand, doesn’t hold back. “Why does it look like you’ve been crying?” she asks as Sawyer wheels me closer to her bed. I’m sure Barbara knows why but is probably the only one. I reach over and grab Lucy’s hand. “It’s been an emotional few weeks. And as happy as I am to be going home, I’m going to miss you,” I tell her, which is all true. “You can come back and see me,” she whispers, and there’s no denying the hope in her eyes. I nod and give her a small smile. “I will. I’ll try to come every day until you’re out. Then hopefully, you and Piper can come visit me out in Sunset Bay.” A bright smile takes over her face. “I’d really like that a lot.” “Me, too,” Piper says, coming to sit next to us. “Maybe even you and Hope can teach us how to bake a pie,” Lucy says. My smile brightens. “I’d love that and I know Hope would, too. Y’all are more than welcome to come to the bakery anytime.” “Maybe I could even help you out there once I get better,” she suggests. “That’d be great. I can always use the extra help.” “I know what else you girls can do,” Sawyer says, speaking up. “Watch my kids so I can get my wife alone.” I glance back to see that sexy, lopsided grin of his I love so much. The girls break out into laughter as I shake my head. “You have to admit, he’s charming,” Lucy says, still giggling.

“So he thinks,” I muse, but can’t deny the truth of her words. “Believe me, the first thing I’m going to do once I’m better is get to know my niece and nephew,” she says, looking at Sawyer. “And I’ll babysit anytime you want. For free…if you find me a hot dude at your gym who’s as charming as you.” Sawyer grunts. “First off, kid. There is no one out there as good as me,” he says, makin’ me roll my eyes, but saves himself with his next comment. “And secondly, there’s definitely no one out there good enough for you.” Lucy’s cheeks turn pink the same way mine do when he turns his charm on. Her eyes meet mine, looking love-struck. “Any chance you plan to divorce this guy?” A chuckle escapes me. “Sorry, no. He’s mine.” She sighs, sinking back a little more into the pillows. “I figured.” “But I’ll keep my eyes open for you when I pop into the gym,” I promise her. Sawyer grunts, clearly not liking that, but the smile Lucy gives me is worth it. “Thank you.” Things are quiet for a moment while we just look at each other, our smiles fueling one another ’s. “So you’ll come back?” she asks hopefully. “Yeah, I’ll be back.” “Let’s exchange numbers,” Piper suggests, grabbing her and Lucy’s phones. I recite to them, not only my cell number but also my house line, Sawyer ’s cell, and the bakery’s number. My heart warms when I see they both added me as their sister. Sawyer types their info into my cell phone for me. Once he’s done the three of us girls group hug, well as best as Lucy and I can. “Thanks, Grace, for everything,” Lucy whispers, her voice thick. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m glad I was able to help, and I’m really glad I found y’all.” When we break apart I see Barbara watching us with a soft smile, tears streaming down her face before she comes and gives me a hug good-bye. “I hope to see you around more,” she whispers. I nod and promise to be back as soon as I’m well enough. There’s an ache in my chest as I leave the hospital, yet I’m excited to be going home to my babies. On the way home I begin feeling the effects of the pain medication and end up dozing off until I’m woken by the truck door opening. “Shhh,” Sawyer murmurs, leaning over me to unbuckle my seatbelt. I wrap my arms around his neck as he scoops me up. “Maybe I should walk,” I suggest sleepily, having a hard time keeping my eyes open. “We’ll get you walking around later, for now let’s just get you in bed and let you rest.” I lean my forehead on the side of his face, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His clean, masculine scent invades my senses, blanketing me further with comfort. When he steps into the house, the sound of the kids’ laughter has me feeling a little more alert. “Mama!” Hope squeals, running out from the kitchen with John rushing after her. “Parker, hurry, Mama is home.” Parker comes running in, his eyes wide and smile even wider. “Hi, my babies,” I greet them, my heart exploding with joy at the sight of them. John picks up Hope and Catherine lifts Parker to bring them over and hug me. Their little arms wind around my neck as I pull them in close with one arm while keeping my other around Sawyer. “We missed you so much,” Hope says, kissing my cheek. “I missed, y’all, too.” “Missed you guys, too,” Sawyer says dully, as if everyone’s forgotten about him.

Hope reaches over to kiss his cheek. “Don’t worry, Daddy. I’ve been thinkin’ about you too and even made you somethin’ special.” “What is it?” he asks. “A real shortcake that you can eat. I taught Grandma Catherine how to make it. Now you can stop tryin’ to eat me,” she giggles. “That won’t work.” “Why?” “Because I only like my shortcakes with blonde hair and green eyes.” “I ain’t ever gonna win with you.” Sawyer gives her a crooked grin. “No, you won’t, now come and lay your sweetness on me,” he says, giving her his cheek to kiss since his arms are full with me. After she does, Sawyer leans over and gives Parker one too and that’s when I notice he’s just staring at me. “You okay, baby?” I ask, touching his face. He nods and gives me a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Catherine and John each kiss my cheek. “How are you doing, honey?” Catherine asks. “I’m good. Thank you so much for taking care of my babies.” “Anytime. We had so much fun, didn’t we, guys?” Both kids nod but I still notice something off about Parker. “She needs to sleep,” Sawyer says. “I’m going to get her into bed then we can catch up.” “Oh, Mama, just wait until you see—” John covers Hope’s mouth, hushin’ her. “Now don’t you go ruining the surprise, squirt,” he scolds gently, that same smirk as his son’s curving his lips. “Surprise?” I ask, wondering what they’re talkin’ about. “You’ll see in a second, Cupcake,” Sawyer says, taking me up the stairs to our room. “Close your eyes, Mama,” Hope yells as they follow up behind us. Smiling, I close them, wonderin’ what they’ve been up to. I hear the sound of our door opening. “Okay, you can look now,” Sawyer murmurs, his lips brushin’ my ear. My eyes open and I gasp, my smile vanishing as I stare at the beautiful sight before me. Every kind of flower you can think of, in various colors, covers every surface of my room. My dresser, nightstand, and the floor. Rose petals are even scattered on my bed with a single light pink rose lying on my pillow. Two sheets of paper with a gift bag also sit on the center of the bed. I swallow back my emotion, my gaze blurry as I stare, awestruck. Hope runs past Sawyer and jumps up on the bed, grabbing the rose. “Guess what this flower means, Mama?” I shake my head, still rendered speechless. “It means grace and sweetness, just like you.” “Oh,” I blubber, unable to hold it in any longer, tears flowing down my cheeks. “How did y’all do this?” “We didn’t,” Parker says. “Dad paid the flower people to come do it.” My eyes snap to Sawyer to see him watching me. “You did this?” I ask in disbelief. He smirks. “Tell me how much you like being married to me, Cupcake?” I drop my forehead on the side of his face, blubberin’ like a fool. “I do love it. I love you.” “I love you, too.” He gives me a quick kiss, then walks over to the bed.

Parker rushes in front of him to pull back the covers for me. “Thank you,” I say, giving him a smile. “Can Mama open her present now, Daddy?” “Later, Shortcake. She needs to rest first,” he says, disappointing her. “No. I’m okay. I want to do it now.” He watches me uncertainly. “Yeah?” I nod. “Yeah.” Both Sawyer ’s parents come in while Hope thrusts a piece of paper at me. “I drew you this picture. It’s of us bakin’ our pies.” I take it from her, my heart melting at the varieties of colorful pies. “It’s beautiful, baby. Thank you.” Parker hands me his next, his paper folded in half. “I made you this.” I take it with a smile, not anticipating what I should have. Opening it, I yelp in surprise and drop the paper when a plastic frog jumps out at me. Everyone laughs but Parker. He just gives me a smile and shrugs. “You told me to think of new jokes for when you got home.” A chuckle tumbles past me. “That I did. Come here.” I pull him in, giving him a long hug and kiss on the cheek. “Okay, Mama, now for the best of all,” Hope says excitedly, handing me the gift bag with cupcakes all over it. I smile at Sawyer, knowing this must be his. “Y’all didn’t need to get me anythin’.” “It’s actually meant to be your birthday present, but I decided to give it to you early,” he says. “It took a long time,” Hope adds. Curious, I open the bag and reach in to feel a couple of different things. The first one I pull out is a bronzed antique measuring cup. “Oh this is so pretty. Where on earth did you find it?” “I have my secrets, Cupcake.” “Grandma Catherine found it at a store,” Hope says, blowing Sawyer ’s cover and making me laugh. Sawyer glares over at her then picks her up and hangs her over his head. “Why you gotta throw me under the bus like that, Shortcake? I’m trying to make an impression here.” The man has made an everlasting impression on my heart. “Sorry, Daddy.” Hope giggles. I look to Catherine. “Thank you so much. I love it.” “You’re welcome. I found it at one of our antique shops and immediately thought of you.” Sawyer grunts. “The next one is all mine. Just remember that.” Shaking my head with a smile, I reach in and close my fingers over something thick and heavy. As I pull it out, my amusement vanishes as I stare at the beautiful gold-plated book that has the poem Hope and I say after every recipe. I run my fingers over the inscription and wonder what awaits me inside, with a cover like this. “Open it,” he says, as if hearing my thoughts. As I open the book to the first page my heart stops and tears spring to my eyes at the two pictures. One of Hope and me then one of Mama and me. Both are in black and white. The words, beautifully typed in handwritten font, says:

A Slice of Hope With a Sprinkle of Grace. The Dream Will Live on Forever.

“Keep going, Mama,” Hope whispers, breaking me out of my trance. With blurry eyes I turn the page and quickly realize it’s a recipe book. “Oh,” I softly say when I see the first one is Baby Love Pie. Along with the ingredients is a picture of my mama and me when I was just a baby, one of the few pictures I have of us, then one of Hope and me when she was just a baby. I have her strapped to my chest while making a pie. A picture at the time I didn’t know was being taken. The next page has me busting out in laughter. Grace’s First Kiss Pie recipe has been crossed out and added is Sawyer Is My Only Kiss Pie. With it is a picture of us kissing under the mistletoe last Christmas. I go through every page, realizing he put all the recipes ever created by Mama, Hope, and me. The very last page is Hope’s newest recipe. I Love My Mama Pie and in this picture it’s not just of Hope and me, but Parker, too. My babies and me. By the time I finish I’m a blubbering mess. “Oh, Sawyer, I can’t believe you did this.” When I look at him I notice we’re alone. John, Catherine, and the kids are gone. I was so caught up in the book that I didn’t hear them leave. “You really that surprised, Cupcake?” he asks with that sexy smirk of his. “This is me we’re talking about. I only give the best presents.” I can’t even give him heck for his arrogance because it’s true. He spoils me. “You really do,” I admit. “This must have taken you so long.” He grunts. “Yeah, you have a ton of recipes, but,” he emphasizes, moving closer so he’s next to me, his hands on either side of my hips, “you’re worth every moment I spent on it. You deserve things like this…always.” Grasping his face between my hands I pull him to me for a kiss, pouring everything I feel for him into it. I want to show him what I can’t describe with words, because the amount of love I have for him is indescribable. With a groan he pulls back, both of our breaths weighted with desire. “This is going to be the longest fucking six weeks of my life.” “Five now,” I whisper, placing my hand on the side of his face. “We can’t be intimate, Sawyer, but it doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you.” He immediately shakes his head. “No. We wait together and it will be that much better when the time does come. Make no mistake, Grace, you’re worth every painful second of waiting. Nothing else matters but you getting better. Nothing. Not even my dick.” When I giggle he leans forward with a smirk and kisses my forehead. “Rest, baby. I’ll be back to check on you.” “I love you, thank you again for everythin’.” “I love you too, Cupcake.” After handing me my cell phone in case I need to text him, he leaves the room. Releasing a tired sigh, I scoot down a little, getting more comfortable, and look at the pictures the kids made me. For the first time I see that Parker wrote something on the paper. I was so distracted with his joke I had missed it. You’re the best mom ever and I only play jokes on people who I love most in the world. Love explodes through my chest. He’s so much like his father, and I know one day he will make some girl as happy as Sawyer makes me. My eyes grow heavy as exhaustion settles over me. Putting my gifts next to me in a pile, I feel myself begin to doze off when the creak of my bedroom door pulls me back. I look to see Parker

peeking his head in. Smiling, I put my hand out to him. “Hi, baby,” I murmur sleepily. “Is it okay if I lay with you for a bit? I promise to be real careful.” “Of course. I’d love that.” I move over just a bit so he can slide in next to me. He’s careful crawling in and keeps a certain distance. Unable to lie on my side I keep my head turned to him and reach out for his hand. “Did you have a good time with Grandma and Grandpa?” His response is only a nod. He watches me very closely, as if unable to take his eyes off me, but staring back at me is not the boy I know. My hand cups his cheek. “Talk to me, honey. What’s wrong?” I see him swallow, his little jaw clenching as he tries to hold in his pain, but it’s no use. His tears slip free. “I hate seeing you hurt,” he whispers. “Oh, Parker,” I say, wiping away his tears, my heart breaking. “I’m going to be okay, I promise. I’m not in any pain. The medicine helps. I’m just tired is all.” He nods, but I can tell he doesn’t believe me. “Come closer to me. I want to hold you while I sleep.” He moves in slowly, gently resting his head on my arm while he turns on his side to face me. Behind him I see Sawyer peek his head in and look at us. I shake my head, not wanting him to kick Parker out. He closes the door quietly, leaving us in private. Grabbing Parker ’s hand, I bring it to my mouth for a kiss then hold it between us. I stay awake for as long as I can, asking him questions about his week, but before too long I can’t fight it off anymore. Just as my eyes close I feel him kiss my hand. “I love you, Mom.” The warmth that invades my soul has me slipping into a deep slumber.

EPILOGUE

Sawyer One month later

“A ll right, time for bed,” I say to the kids ten minutes before their actual bedtime. “But our show isn’t done yet,” Parker complains. Yeah, well, my dick and I can’t wait another second to get inside my wife. I glance over at Grace, who’s smiling at me from her place on the couch, where she’s curled up with a blanket and the dog behind her legs, with his chin resting on her hip. Lucky bastard. By her smile she knows exactly what’s about to come, and I can’t fucking wait to make her scream…well, as loud as she can with the kids in the house. Damn it! I should have sent them for a sleepover. I wasn’t expecting the doctor to give her the all clear today. It was supposed to be another week, but fuck am I so happy it’s not. I need to be inside of my wife, need to feel her warm body wrapped around mine. It’s been the longest five weeks of my life and even though Grace tried repeatedly to take care of me, I declined. Because I’m an idiot. Okay, not really, because if my dick can’t be inside her and make her scream, then I’m going to suffer along with her. But the suffering ends tonight. For the both of us. I get the kids to hug and kiss Grace good night then usher them upstairs and into the bathroom to brush their teeth. They take for-fucking-ever. After I tuck Parker in and say good night I move into Hope’s room and see she’s still getting her princess nightgown on. Jesus, what the hell has she been doing the whole time I was putting Parker to bed? Next she takes a brush from her little vanity table and begins brushing her hair. “Shortcake, you don’t need to do your hair, you’re going to bed.” She shoots me a look. “Daddy,” she says slowly, as if I’m being the nuisance. “Just ’cause I’m goin’ to sleep doesn’t mean I can’t look my best. How do you think Sleepin’ Beauty found her Prince Charming?” I rear back. Prince Charming, my ass. Walking over, I sweep her legs out from under her and hang her upside down. Squealing and laughing, she tries pulling her nightgown down to cover up her princess undies. “Listen up, little girl. There isn’t ever going to be any Prince Charming. You don’t need any guy but your dad. Got it?” She’s laughing too hard to answer. “Get your skinny little butt in bed,” I order, flipping her over and tossing her on the bed. I take up residence beside her as she crawls under the covers, still giggling. “Wanna hear about the new pie I’ve been thinkin’ about inventing?” Not really. I just want to be with my woman. However, as I stare back at her excited green eyes I can’t help but nod. “So I’ve been thinkin’ about creatin’ a pie just for Beckett, because even though he drives me

crazy most days, I love him and Parker a whole lot. But don’t tell them I said that,” she says, shaking her finger at me. “I won’t say a word,” I promise with a smirk. She shrugs. “He…he was real nice to me when Mama was in the hospital. When he found me cryin’ at recess one day he sat with me and held my hand. He told me everythin’ was gonna be okay.” I hate hearing she was crying, but I’m not sure I like what that kid is up to. “Then he and Parker made sure they were with me every recess so I wouldn’t cry again. I feel like I should do somethin’ special for him, ya know?” “Yeah, Shortcake, I get it,” I say, even though I don’t really like to think of her making special pies for any boys but me. “I was thinking about callin’ it Beckett Is Sweet Pie. Do you think that’s a good name? Do you think he would like that?” she asks, her cheeks suddenly pink. He would, I do not, but I try to rein in my opinion and decide to talk to Grace about this. “Yeah, I’m sure he would.” Leaning down, I kiss her good night. As I get up to leave, she stops me before I make it out the door. “Daddy?” I turn back to her, trying not to let it show I’m in a hurry. “Yeah?” She smiles. “One day I’m gonna find my Prince Charmin’ and I hope he’s as amazin’ as you.” With a scowl I point down at her. “Shortcake, there ain’t nobody out there as good as me. You need to remember that and just stick with your dad,” I scold, though I can’t deny the shift in my chest. She giggles. “Night, Daddy.” “Night, baby.” As soon as I close her door, I move like my ass is on fire and head straight for my woman, my dick roaring to life. However, I come to a dead hard stop when I reach the living room, seeing her sound asleep. You have got to be shitting me. I want to drop to my knees and weep like a fucking pussy. I glare over at the dog. “Why the hell did you let her fall asleep?” He looks up at me, eyebrows raised. “Whatever,” I mumble. I consider waking her but seeing her face soft and peaceful with sleep reminds me of how early she was up today, so I decide to put my dick to the side. Bending down, I carefully scoop her up in my arms and carry her to bed. She doesn’t stir once, proving just how tired she is. With a disappointed breath, and feeling sorry for myself, I strip down to my boxer briefs and crawl into bed. It’s impossible to find sleep because all I do is stare at Grace, remembering what she looks like over me, under me, on her hands and knees… Fuck! I groan and look away, trying to think about anything else. The gym, the bakery…no, don’t think about the bakery. Cupcakes…no, don’t think about those either. It’s no use. It’s impossible to erase her from my mind, but somehow, some way, I finally fall asleep and it’s the best fucking thing ever because I dream of her. It’s so real I’d swear I could feel her weight settle over me, her warm hands moving along my abs. “Mmmm, Sexy Sawyer.” Jesus, she even fucking sounds real. My eyes suddenly snap open and I suck in a sharp breath to see Grace straddling me, her tank top gone. The moonlight casts a glow on her beautiful body, showcasing her long wavy hair that’s framing her perfect, ample tits.

She peers down at me, her smile seductive as she grinds against my hard-on. “Sorry I fell asleep.” “It’s okay,” I manage; my voice sounding like it belongs to a squeaky fucking fourteen-year-old boy. “Let me make it up to you,” she whispers before leaning down and pressing her warm lips to my stomach, making my abdominal muscles twitch. My fingers thread through her hair with a groan, encouraging her as she moves lower. She frees me from the confines of my underwear, her hand fisting my shaft with a grip that has me pumping up with a growl. Her eyes meet mine as her lips hover enticingly over my throbbing cock. When her tongue darts out to take a long, leisurely lick, my jaw locks down so hard in restraint I worry it’s about to shatter. “Don’t fuck with me, Grace. Suck it, baby. Take my dick in that hot mouth of yours.” She smiles, her thumb swirling over my sensitive head. “I was plannin’ on it, Sexy Sawyer.” As soon as the sassy words leave her mouth she wraps her lips around me, taking me all the way back to her throat. “Fuck yes.” I jack my hips up, allowing me further into her hot, wet depth. She hollows out her cheeks, sucking her way back up to swirl her tongue around the tip before taking me all the way in again. “Good girl, fuck me with that hungry mouth of yours.” With a fiery moan she releases me only to spit on it, then wraps both her hands around my soaking wet shaft, double fisting me, pumping my cock close to explosion. “Jesus, you want it bad,” I grit. “So bad,” she admits breathlessly. Desire lights her warm eyes, making them almost glow in the dark shadows of our room. “Then come and sit on it.” She doesn’t hesitate. Quickly moving into position she drops down on me, her snug heat gripping me like a tight vise, making my eyes roll back in my fucking head. “Oh god,” she cries out, her head falling back in ecstasy. “I’ve missed you so much.” “Not as much as I’ve missed you, baby,” I groan, my hands digging into her hips but I make sure to be mindful of her scar. “How’re you feeling, Grace?” I ask, my teeth grinding in restraint. “You good?” “Yes, I’m perfect.” “Damn straight you are.” She smiles. “I meant I’m well enough to fuck you,” she says, knowing what it does to me to hear her talk like that. “Then by all means, fuck away, Cupcake.” With a giggle that trails into a moan, she starts riding me, her hands braced on my stomach while she finds perfect rhythm. I make sure to be careful, keeping my thrusts to her pace, rather than fucking her hard and fast like I want to. My hands move to her breasts, my fingers tugging on her hard, sweet, pink nipples. Her hands cover mine, back arching, looking like the angel she is. I swear I’ll never tire of this woman or her body. I would die without her. Sitting up I take her mouth, wanting to taste and feel every part of her. My hands move to her firm round ass and I turn us until my feet are planted firmly on the ground, bringing me deeper inside of her. Our mouths never sever from one another ’s, her sweet taste fueling my need. My finger slips along the smooth crevice of her ass, getting soaked from where she impales my cock.

A pleading moan slips from her, her pace increasing, begging me to give her more. “Want my finger in your ass, baby?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “Yes, I want you to fill every part of my body.” Jesus, I’ve never seen her so fucking wild. I spread her slick juices all the way to her puckered entrance then slowly slip my finger inside the snug hole, remembering what it feels like when my cock is in it. “Yes,” she wails, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Damn, Grace, you’re on fucking fire,” I groan, feeling close to destruction. “Sawyer, please,” she begs. “Feed me your tits, baby, my hands are a little full at the moment,” I say, giving her a smirk. When she brings them to my mouth I suck on each one, my finger never faltering. Knowing I’m about to lose control, I bite down on one hard enough that it sends her flying. Her pussy locks down on my cock, bringing me over the edge with her. I swear I come harder than I ever have before. Once her tremors subside I slip my finger out and wrap my arms around her before dropping down to my back. She tucks her face in my neck as my hands run up her slender, sweat-dampened back, our hearts pounding against one another. “I love you,” she whispers into the dark. “Not as much as I love you.” She looks up at me with a satisfied smile. “Do you forgive me for fallin’ asleep?” “You’re more than forgiven, baby,” I say, giving her a light slap on the ass, making her giggle. Something crosses my mind as I stare back at her. “You know you didn’t have to wake me, right?” “Mmm,” she muses, kissing my chest. “Yes, I do, but I needed you as badly as you needed me. Besides, you’ve been so patient,” she adds, her finger tracing my lips. “I’d wait forever, Grace, when it comes to you.” She chuckles, thinking I’m kidding but I’m not. When she realizes that, her lips soften into a smile and she reaches up to kiss my lips. “I’d never survive that long without you.” “Well thankfully, we’ll be fuckin’ until we’re so damn old we’ll need hip replacements often.” Her giggle trails into a groan. “I have a feeling that could be true.” It will if I have anything to say about it. We clean up quickly then make it back in bed. Grace puts her tank top and panties back on, much to my dismay, then drapes her warm body across mine, her sweet cupcake scent penetrating my senses. It suddenly makes me think about my conversation with Hope earlier. “We need to talk, Cupcake,” I say, slipping my fingers under her shirt to touch her smooth skin. “What about?” “Hope told me tonight she wants to make a special pie for Beckett. Her cheeks turned pink. Like… she was embarrassed or some shit. She was also talking about finding her Prince Charming one day. What the fuck is up with that?” Grace shrugs. “She’s six.” “Exactly! She shouldn’t know what Prince Charming is.” She laughs, like it’s funny. “Sawyer, she’s the perfect age to learn about him. It’s a fairy tale.” “Fairy tale, my ass. She shouldn’t be thinking about meeting her Prince Charming or baking pies for any boys but her dad or her brother.” “Don’t be ridiculous. Beckett is just as much her friend as he is Parker ’s, even though he picks on her most of the time. Although, Kayla thinks he has a crush on her.”

I tense. “What crush? I thought we just established they’re fucking six.” “Take it easy. We’re not talkin’ about inappropriate behavior. He watches out for her, Sawyer, which is exactly what you and Cooper expect him to do. She loves him for that. Let her bake him a pie, just like she has for many of her other friends.” I grunt, still not liking it. I don’t want my Shortcake loving anyone but me. “Do you ever wonder what our kids will be when they grow up?” she asks softly, breaking me of my thoughts. “Will Hope still have a love for baking and want to be at the bakery with me forever? Will Parker be an athlete like he talks about all the time?” “I already know what Hope is going to be.” “What’s that?” “A nun.” She belts out a giggle. “I doubt that since we aren’t even Catholic.” “I think it’s time we convert.” She shakes her head, thinking I’m ridiculous when in fact it’s perfectly logical. “Well, I’ll admit I’m prayin’ Hope wants to stay with me at the bakery. I also see Parker doing something big. Something that makes a difference. He’s so fierce and protective…” She shrugs. “I don’t know, but I hope whatever they choose to do they’re happy. That’s all I ever want for them.” “They will be. I’ll make sure of it.” “Mmm,” she muses tiredly. “I don’t doubt it for a second, because you’ve made me happier than I could have ever imagined.” I pull her in closer and drop a kiss on the top of her head. “Piper is going to bring Lucy by tomorrow afternoon. She’s been feeling a lot stronger since settling in at home. I invited them to have supper with us.” “Sounds good to me, Cupcake.” The sound of our door opening breaks our conversation. Looking up, I see Parker and Hope peek their heads in. I glance at the clock to see it’s two in the morning. “Hey, is everything okay?” Grace asks, sitting up. “Yeah, but can we sleep with y’all tonight?” Hope whispers. “Oh sur—” “Why?” I ask, cutting Grace off, selfishly wanting another round with her. “Because we love you,” Hope responds, making me smile. She’s as good as her brother. “All right, come on.” They both crawl up the middle, Hope plastering herself against my chest and Parker staying close to Grace, like he has since she’s been out of the hospital. I tuck Hope in close and kiss her head like I did to Grace a few minutes ago, then ruffle Parker ’s hair. “Night,” Parker says. “Night,” the rest of us all say in unison. Once the kids fall asleep a couple of minutes later, a soft hand reaches out across their little bodies and grabs mine. I take hold of it, linking my fingers with my wife’s, a strong feeling of contentment settling over me. The people in this room are everything I live and breathe for. I will love, honor, and protect them until the day I die. I will never let anything happen to them for as long as I live.

*

Little did Sawyer know, fourteen years later, there would come a day when he couldn’t protect his daughter.

* Turn the page for the prologue to An Act of Obsession. Kolan and Sophie’s story, coming summer 2016.

PROLOGUE

Sophie “I know, Mom, I miss you, too. I’ll see you guys in a few weeks for Thanksgiving. Give Dad and Tess a kiss for me… Okay, bye.” Hanging up, I climb the stairs to my campus apartment with my bag slung over my shoulder, my legs feeling like jelly from tonight’s rehearsal. But it doesn’t weaken the smile on my face. It’s the same one I always have when I get to do what I love with my whole heart and soul…dance. The one thing I was born to do. I think I was the only one who was sad about rehearsal ending early tonight. I would dance every second of every day if I could. “Hey, Sophie,” Kendra Morrison greets me as she walks out of her apartment, looking like a walking bombshell. “Hey, Kendra. You look great. Heading out?” “Yeah. Everyone is over at Kappa Pi, of course I had to work late, but no way am I missing this. Sounds like it’s a big one. You should come once you’re done with lover boy.” “Lover boy?” She smiles. “I saw Blaine a little while ago. I believe he’s waiting for you in your dorm,” she tells me, wiggling her eyebrows. That brings a smile to my face and a flush to my cheeks. I didn’t even tell him I’d be getting back early. “Thanks. Maybe we will.” I hurry my steps, feeling a small sliver of anticipation flow through me. The last thing I had planned when coming to college was meeting a boy. My focus was on dance only and getting a new start from the disaster I left back home. But Blaine somehow pushed his way past my defenses. We haven’t been dating long but I like him—a lot. Lara, my roommate turned best friend, says all the time how lucky I am to have snagged the college campus heartthrob. She’s right, I am, and the more time I spend with Blaine, I think we could have something long-term. I think I’m ready to take the next step with him in our relationship. He’s been so patient with me. I can’t wait to ask him to come home with me for Thanksgiving to meet my family. Entering my apartment, I frown when the entire place is encompassed in darkness. When I flip the light switch and nothing happens I still, alarm bells immediately ringing inside of me. “Blaine?” In the midst of silence it suddenly hits me. Like a ton of bricks—a forceful impact to the stomach. It’s as if I can feel his leering eyes on me, eyes I haven’t had to feel in exactly eighteen months and four days, but ones I’ll never mistake. It can’t be. My heart pounds like a drum, my entire body breaking out in a cold sweat as fear takes hold of me. Stay calm, Sophie. Don’t overreact. “Blaine?” I call out again shakily. “Lara? Are you guys here?” A sound comes from Lara’s room down the hall. Dropping my bag at the door, I walk across our small living room, my cell phone clutched firmly in hand. I dial 9-1-1, leaving it on the screen just in

case, then flip it over and use the flashlight to guide my way. Another thump comes from her room as I approach. “If this is a joke, you guys, it’s not funny.” The door is left opened a crack. With my heart thundering in my ears and legs quaking, I push it open then shine the flashlight in. What I see has bile rising in my throat and pure terror thrashing through my veins. Blaine and Lara in her bed, naked. But I can’t even fathom the betrayal because of the blood surrounding them—their eyes lifeless. A scream of horror bubbles up my throat and explodes past my lips, piercing the air around me. When a dark figure emerges from the shadows, I turn and run, already knowing who it is. The feel of his dark presence is something I’ll never forget. Just as I hit send on my cell phone his brutal force slams into me from behind, taking me to the ground. A scream rips from me just before I land painfully on my stomach and take out the glass coffee table, the jarring impact knocking the air from my lungs. Not only do I struggle for each breath, but I also try to free myself from the crushing weight on top of me as shards of glass nick my face. Blood pools in my mouth, the metallic taste making my stomach rebel. I reach out for the phone that lies a foot away from me as I hear the 9-1-1 operator call out. I whimper for help, my voice barely above a whisper. “Not so fast, my love.” Repulsion fills me at the soft voice that sounds so sincere yet is nothing but sinister. What’s he doing out? Before I have time to think about it, he flips me over to my back and straddles me. He pins my struggling arms over my head and leers at me, his bright blue eyes as wild and crazy as I remember. “Surprise!” He chuckles, a malicious smile tilting his lips. “Miss me?” I shake my head, still struggling for breath. His expression hardens, a wild rage igniting in his eyes. He grips my jaw brutally, drawing a painful cry from me. “Well I missed you. I thought about you every second that I was kept away from you.” He leans in closer, running his nose along my cheek. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you, Sophie? I’ll always find you. You can never hide from me. You—belong—to—me.” A sound of disgust crawls up my throat, mixing with a fearful sob. “Daniel, stop, please,” I plead, even though it’s no use. “Do you have any idea what it’s done to me to know you gave yourself to someone else?” His craziness has a frustrated sob erupting from me as he talks about Blaine. Blaine—who is dead. Blaine—who was sleeping with my best friend. I still can’t grasp the betrayal. “It didn’t have to be like this,” he whispers. “We were supposed to be forever. How could you be with someone who’s fucking your friend when I’m here to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of? Us, Sophie, it was always meant to be us.” “There is no us,” I cry out helplessly. “There never has been, Daniel. Why can’t you fucking understand that!” I’m screaming now, my fear turning to angry desperation. “You lying bitch.” Fury flashes in his eyes before he backhands me; the painful blow sending black spots to dance in my vision. His fingers grip my jaw again with a strength that I’m sure is about to shatter it. “You told me you loved me.” I shake my head, crying. His delusion is something I’ve never understood.

“Yes, you did!” he screams. “I’m not letting you change your mind, Sophie. If I can’t have you, no one else will.” My panic escalates to a whole new level. “What are you saying?” Horror washes over me when he pulls a large knife from behind him, covered in blood. “Daniel, no. Please, you don’t want to do this.” His eyes darken with guilt, mixing with the unshed tears. “I’m so sorry but you’ve left me no choice,” he chokes out, dragging the knife across my chest. “God no, please.” I fight with everything I have but it’s pointless. He’s too strong. Someone who always seemed so weak fooled everyone, especially me. I plead again, praying to get through to him. It has him crying harder, as if this physically pains him. “I’ll love you forever. You will always be mine, my love.” Desperation pulses through me as he brings the knife to my throat. “Daniel, sto—” My scream vanishes with the first slice. Fire erupts through my jugular, a scorching pain I didn’t even know was possible spreads through me like wildfire. I gasp for breath, my hands getting nicked by the sharp blade as I claw at my throat. The air I crave stings the open wound, doing the opposite of what I need. Daniel is relentless with every slice, never giving up, sobbing as he steals my last breath. After everything I made it through it never mattered. He kept his promise. I would die as his. My mom, dad, and sister flash through my mind, adding to the searing agony tearing through me. The last things I hear before darkness consumes me are his undying love for me and the distant sound of sirens. Sirens that are too late.

* Some say miracles happen every day and apparently I was one of them. I had woken up in the hospital to find out I survived the unthinkable, the most brutal attack my campus had ever seen. Though not without damage. Where I should have had hope at life again I had none, because he was still out there, waiting to strike again. I knew he would kill anyone who got in his way, including my family. So I did what I had to do in order to protect the people I love. I ran. I left behind my family, my dreams, and my identity. I was no longer Sophie Parish, the girl who loved life and had a dream to dance forever. I’m now Lia Kay—scarred beyond repair and fear everything. The girl who constantly looks over her shoulder, knowing the time will come that he’ll finish what he started and I will die as his.

* Turn the page for a letter from the author.

Dear reader, I hope you loved reading Sawyer and Grace’s story as much as I did writing it. This family holds a special place in my heart and always will. I’m sure you noticed that I left some things open where Sawyer ’s sister, Samantha, is concerned. Then there are Piper and Lucy, whom I’m sure you fell in love with as much as I did. I’m happy to say they all will be getting novella’s. Keep an eye on my website for details surrounding their stories. As you read I left a little hint at the end for Hope’s book. If you didn’t already know, the Men of Honor children will eventually be getting stories of their own. More information on that series and what’s to come can be found on my website www.authorkclynn.com under books. Next up though will be An Act of Obsession, book 3 in the Acts of Honor series, Kolan and Sophie’s story. No official release date yet but I can say it will be summer 2016. As always, thank you for your continued support, it means the world to me. Happy reading. K.C. Lynn XO!

Acknowledgements There are so many people who love and support me in this beautiful journey I’m on. Most of them have been with me from the very beginning. They’ve had my back, believed in me, and wouldn’t let me give up when times were daunting. To everyone who has been a part of this amazing journey with me—family, my editor, betas, friends, my author groups, bloggers, and readers around the world. You know who you are. Thank you. I love and cherish every single one of you. A special thank you to Chris and Lauren Anderson for being my perfect Sawyer and Grace. And little Laikynn for being my adorable Hope. Also to Perrywinkle Photography and Cover to Cover Designs for giving me the cover of my dreams.

Author Bio

K.C. Lynn is a small town girl living in Western Canada. She grew up in a family of four children —two sisters and a brother. Her mother was the lady who baked homemade goods for everyone on the street and her father was a respected man who worked in the RCMP. He’s since retired and now works for the criminal justice system. This being one of the things that inspires K.C. to write romantic suspense about the trials and triumphs of our heroes. K.C. married her high school sweetheart and they started a big family of their own—two adorable girls and a set of handsome twin boys. They still reside in the same small town but K.C.’s heart has always longed for the south, where everyone says ‘y’all’ and eats biscuits and gravy for breakfast. It was her love for romance books that gave K.C. the courage to sit down and write her own novel. It was then a beautiful world opened up and she found what she was meant to do…write. When K.C.’s not spending time with her beautiful family she can be found in her writing cave, living in the fabulous minds of her characters and their stories.