Juliette Two Years Later
Juliette
Two Years Later
I hadn’t spoken to my parents since the wedding. They sent a card—expensive, unsigned. It’s still in a drawer somewhere.
Funny thing is, I stopped needing their approval a long time ago.
They didn’t even reach out after Lucas was born.
Their silence said it all—just like their faces at the wedding, looking down on everyone who showed up for us with love.
I didn’t need them. Not when my son was surrounded by real family and friends.
Lights flashed behind me, and I checked my speed—it was fine.
The siren went on anyway.
I rolled my eyes and pulled over, switching off the engine and lowering my window.
My little car had died a suspicious death months ago, and no matter how much Kade denied it, I was certain he’d orchestrated it.
A very solid, very safe vehicle had appeared the next day. Courtesy of him.
Naturally.
I smiled the moment I heard the crunch of gravel under his boots.
“Do you know how fast you were going, ma’am?” he asked, dead serious.
“I’m sorry, Officer,” I said sweetly, doing my best to look appropriately intimidated.
“License and registration.”
I leaned a little closer. “Is there anything I can do to get out of this ticket?” I asked, fluttering my lashes at my husband.
He pulled off his sunglasses and glared at me over the frame.
“Are you attempting to bribe Farrows End’s captain, ma’am?”
“It worked with the fire chief,” I said with a wink.
His jaw ticked. Dangerous. Sexy.
And I knew exactly what I was doing.
“You know the routine. Step out of the vehicle.”
“Kade, I need to pick Lucas up from your mom’s,” I said, exasperated.
“I believe you still owe me another child, Mrs Mercer.”
He paused, one brow raised.
“So step out of the vehicle and assume your position. Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.”
“I saw your notes, you know. Operation: Womb Raider?” I huffed as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Really?”
Wait until I told Cathryn. She’d lap this up like it was sweet tea and gossip hour.
“That’s a violation of my privacy,” he said without an ounce of shame. “But I’ll allow it—since you’re about to conceive my daughter.”
I shook my head and turned to face the car.
The cold metal clicked around my wrists.
Even as he walked me to the hood of his car, I knew I’d enjoy every wicked second of this rogue stop.
The End.