Second Epilogue
BIANCA
Brody arranged my new desk to face the harbor in the office of his condo when Jett agreed I should work from home. He’d wrapped a bow around the desk and I told him it wasn’t necessary after the bow he’d put across the door. We had to cut our way inside.
It was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me and that’s saying a lot. Then again, I may be biased in his favors since he gives me honey-Os—our pet name for orgasms—on the regular.
“It’s a good thing I kept my maiden name.” I blurt this as I read the signature line on the latest sponsorship contract with a fitness company.
Brody snorts. “We weren’t really married. There was never the option of changing your name to Holden. Besides, even I’d miss calling you Brooks if you did.”
“Are you sure I need to participate in the promotions for this sponsorship? I don’t see how I’d add any value to a fitness company—”
“They want you. I want you. You’re perfect for this—you’re someone who doesn’t normally work out and you’re going to show people that it’s possible to change their mind.”
“What if I don’t change my mind?” I’m worried about disappointing him. I could care less about pleasing the sponsor. But I can’t tell him that because admitting that would disappoint him. I sigh. And continue to stare at the signature line.
Then I admit what’s really bothering me. “Is this some ploy to get me to lose weight because you think I’m too fat?”
Brody’s expression couldn’t look more horrified if he were watching the Brawlers, his team’s main rival, holding up the Stanley Cup.
“No way. I love every ounce of your curves and I can prove it.”
He comes up behind me, leans in and circles his arms around my shoulders, cupping his hands over my breasts. It’s a move I’ve become familiar with, that I’ve come to cherish, a move that speaks for Brody’s heart because it’s about intimacy and comfort.
“I’ll make sure you enjoy it, honey pants.”
“You know I always enjoy this.”
He grins. “I mean working out. You’ll fall in love with working out before I’m through convincing you.”
“Does this count as a work out?”
“Now that you mention it.” His eyes darken and his expression morphs into that hungry wolf look.
I laugh and caress his rough jaw. He kisses me, but I don’t let that stop me from saying what I need to say.
“The way I love you?”
He nods and I can see the adoration in his misty eyes. His Adam’s apple moves as he tries to gulp his emotions down.
He surprises me when he clears his throat to speak.
“The way I love you, Bianca.” He kisses me again and this time, we let the passion carry us away, all the way to our bedroom.
# The End #