Page 50 of Dirty Ginger

Beckett released Amelia and took Nash in a rough hug. “Not sure I can ever thank you for this, Nash.”

“You don’t need to ever thank me,” Nash said. He turned away then glanced back with a tender smile, gesturing to Amelia’s ring. “But I’ll take an invite to your wedding.” Apparently, Beckett had told Nash he planned to propose, and Amelia’s heart nearly exploded in happiness out of her chest.

“That’s a given,” Amelia said with a big smile, and stepped back into Beckett’s open arms, so glad Beckett had Nash on his side and in his life. “Thank you so much for everything, Nash.”

He nodded gently, then approached the field with Autumn and Larry.

Amelia laughed as Larry ate the hay, looking bored, while Autumn ran around the field checking out her new home.

Beckett suddenly spun her into him. He stared down at her, a warm smile on his face, his arms tight around her. “For the record, I still think this is madness. Who knows if I can shoot up the ranks again? It’s been years since I’ve timed myself to see if I’m even capable of competing at that level.”

“Well, then, time yourself, and if your time sucks, train harder,” she said, angling her head back and smiling up at him. “That’s all there is to it.”

Beckett drew in long, deep breath, glancing out as Nash approached Autumn and Larry in the field. “Why do I have a feeling that life is about to get a whole lot different?” he asked, returning his gaze to hers.

“Because it is,” she said, grinning. “This is our time, Beckett.”

He dropped his mouth on her lips and said against them, “Best damn thing I’ve heard in long time.”

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