Page 63 of We Are All Sinners

Our friends make the moment all the more special as they whoop and holler feeling as joyous as we do.

Liam moves over to the table taking the wine out of the silver ice bucket, “Time to toast this fucking union that is way overdue.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Noah pipes in handing Liam red solo cups, after he pours our pretty flutes full, handing one to Evie and the other to me.

He pours everyone a small cup then raises his, “To Genevieve and Brixon, a love written in the stars.” We all toast and drink the sweet bubbly wine and the girls go nuts over the ring as she shows it off to the girls.

“Okay, it’s time to let you two settle in. We will see you both whenever you are ready to leave your cave. Have fun.” Emily states, shooing everyone back out the way they came in.

I wrap Evie in my arms, “I guess I finally got the proposal right, since you said yes.” I smirk.

Evie shines her bight emerald eyes at me, biting her bottom lip, making my dick twitch. I fucking melt when she finally smiles.

“Brixon, this is more than I could have ever dreamed of. It was perfect, just like you. I can’t believe you got the girls in on it and they kept their mouths shut. I have never been happier than I am in this moment. I can’t believe you gave me Daliah’s ring. I will treasure it forever, I promise.” She says softly.

Chapter 21

Evie

Brixon’s words from yesterday echo in my mind like a soft whisper: “We finally have it all, and no one can ever take it from us.” They pull me from a deep sleep.

I carefully unwrap myself from Brix and slip out of bed, grabbing my phone as I head to the bathroom. When I glance at the time, I see it’s three a.m. and can’t help but roll my eyes.

Unfortunately, my insomnia has been in overdrive lately, and once I wake up in the middle of the night, there’s no going back to sleep.

I slip on a pair of joggers and a long-sleeved t-shirt before tiptoeing out of our room, shutting the door behind me. I take the time to carefully turn the knob gently, both open, and closed, being as quiet as possible.

My stomach grumbles as I descend the staircase. I decide to turn towards the kitchen instead of heading straight outside.

This house is insane, seven bedrooms, and eight bathrooms. Why would anyone ever need a house this big?

Brix said it’s great when you have a party and the guys stay over. They have their own rooms here for that purpose.

The fridge is full of fruit, yogurt, stuff to make breakfast, and all kinds of options. I decide on the mangled pecan pie I never got to try last night and a bottle of water.

I grab a fork, finally finding the silverware drawer next to the sink. I go to eat on the rear balcony style porch, next to the pool, overlooking the ocean.

Getting comfy on the grey cushions of the U-shaped couch, I sit my box of pie next to me.

The salty air fills my nose and lungs as the breeze comes off the ocean. I watch the waves crash on the beach in the dim light of the moon.

The half-moon shines bright casting a light blue hue making it seem less like night and more like dusk. I’ve noticed it never gets completely dark when you are this close to the water.

The thoughts come of what an advantage that would be when this all goes down. If we could see who the shooter is.

I sigh as I open my pie, then smirk, thinking about how I threw myself on Brix, kissing and hugging him after his proposal. I dip my fork into what looks like a pan of slop, knowing it is anything but.

I would say this dish was prepared with love of the purest kind mixed with a hint of lust, as I take the first bite, moaning at the flavor. For some reason I can’t get the image of Noah and Lily banging in the kitchen out of my head.

Fuck, is it possible that I am getting the images Noah was thinking about while making the pie as I eat it? Or was that just one of the hottest things I have ever seen, and I know Noah made the pie?

Hmm… Food for thought.

The crust is heavenly and the creaminess of the filling, mixed with the earthy taste of the pecans has my tastebuds doing a happy dance.

I eat half the pie, just enjoying the peace of this moment. The serenity I feel with the soft salty breeze in the cool air, the sound of the waves crashing. I get a similar feeling in the bayou.

At peace.

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