Page 89 of One Wild Ride

She gazed down at the floor as her shoulders slumped. “I’m tired, Alexander. Tired of fighting and sneaking around. Maybe you do belong to Aria—” My mom was cut off from Mr. Dorton.

“Emma,” he said.

She waved her hand at him. “Douglas, it’s fine.”

My mother nodded and surprisingly, he accepted that.

“Alex, it’s been a long time. I have lived like this for so long I forgot what it was like to just love people instead of be weary of them. I don’t even know what I am fighting anymore.” She gave a sad smile and walked over to sit on the couch.

There was a knock at the door. Mr. Dorton went to answer it. Moments later he came back.

“The car is here to take us to the chapel. For the wedding.” His eyes darted between me and his daughter.

“Dad, I can’t marry him. I told you that. You told me I was here about a potential job offer. Please, tell me your terrible scheme to marry Alex is over.” Alexa waved her hand at me and Aria.

“Don’t worry, Alexa,” my mom said before standing back up. “We’ll go to the chapel, but we will be going to make my son’s dream come true because I love him.”

My mom took my hand and Aria’s hand and held them. “What do you say Ms. Dixon. Do you want to marry my son tonight?”

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