Page 50 of Stirred Up

Epilogue

Six months later

“Son of a—”

“Baby,” he drops the box he’s lugging and rushes to my side, “what happened?”

“I stubbed my damn toe on the table because I couldn’t see where I was going. Maybe if I didn’t have to take off my damn shoes in your house,” I grumble, bending down to rub my foot.

Brady kneels down, taking my foot, massaging the stub, then places a kiss to the top of my toe.

“It’s your house too now, love.” He stands and movesbehind me, rubbing the sore muscles in my neck. “You can wear mud boots if you want.” He bites my ear lobe and whispers low, “And nothing else.”

“Mhmm,” I purr, letting my head fall back against his chest, toe healed. Something tells me living with Brady will be easy, likegivingcandy to a baby.

“Hello? Where do you want this?”

I quickly unpeel myself from my man as my mother calls out, walking towards us with a large box about to fall from her grip.

“I got it,” Brady chuckles, hurrying to relieve her. “Mrs. Porter, please stop. We can get it.”

“Brady Reynolds!” She lasers motherly eyes at him. “Just because you’re shacking up with my daughter, does not mean you will stop calling me Ellen and I mean it! Mrs. Porter is John’s seventy-year-old mother!”

“Yes, ma’am.” He lowers his head hiding his amusement.

“Good, now kiss me goodbye, Addison, dear. I have to leave for my doctor’s appointment.”

“Everything alright?” I asked concerned while taking her in a hug.

“Fine, just routine. Tell your father when they get back with the last load that I’ve gone. I’m sure he’s already forgotten. You kids be good.” She pulls Brady in for a quick hug then waves and head out.

We walk behind her, grabbing more boxes when at long last I ask, “Brady?”

“Yeah, babe?” He grunts, lifting a heavy one.

“Are you—” I gulp, deathly afraid of the answer. “Mymother’s…gyno?”

The box slips from his hands as he rears back with a barking laugh, shoulders shaking. “Uh no, not a chance in hell.” He grasps my shoulders and moves me out of the way when my brother starts to back another load up to the door. “Watch out!”

Ashley, the way too perfect but very sweet glamour-bot, jumps out of the truck, directing Dylan’s attempt at staying off the lawn with the truck.

Brady’s chuckle against my temple brings my attention from her back to him.

“Not Ashley’s either, babe. “

“I didn’t—”

He taps the end of my nose. “I saw that brainsmoking.”

He knows me well.

“What about pizza-thieving Blowjob Blondie?”

“Who?” He pulls me fully into his arms

“Candy,your studentI met that one night.”

“Nope, but I gave her my card.”

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