Page 267 of My Rules

“I want to be married before I have a baby,” I announce.

Blake chews on a toothpick, his eyes not rising for even a second. “You’re as subtle as a Mack truck, Rebecca.”

Everyone chuckles. It’s become a joke between us now. I want to get married, and Blake won’t hear a word of it.

“He’s going to ask me any day,” I tease.

“No way,” he mutters as he pulls a card out of his hand and throws it down onto the table.

“Way.” I widen my eyes. “Henley, I want my ring back out of your safe.”

“Not happening, Dalton,” Blake says as he collects the cards. He scoops them up into his hand. “I’ve still got PTSD from last time.”

Everyone laughs.

“Keep going, and I’m going to have to ask you,” I warn him.

“Good,” he fires back. “I can’t wait to say no.”

I smile. He acts so tough ... but deep down, we all know the truth.

Everyone chuckles and goes back to their conversations.

Maybe I actually should ask him?

Hmm . . .

Blake

The chatter from the golfing green fills the street, and as I walk over to them, I check the mailbox. I shuffle through the mail as I stand on the driveway and get to one and stop still.

Nooky Nights

Kingston Lane

What?

I tear the letter open at double speed. “The fuck is this?”

I haven’t thought about Nooky Nights for months.

Dear Nooky Nights,

Thank you for your recent inquiry.

We adored your story about Lazarus and Freya and were swept away with your writing.

We would love to offer you a publishing contract. However, our emails to you keep bouncing back.

Please contact us as soon as possible, as we don’t have another means to contact you apart from this mailing address.

Sincerely,

Dark and Dangerous Publishing House

“What the hell?” I march over to the boys. “Look at this.” I hold the letter out, and Henley takes it from me and begins to read.

“The fuck . . .”

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