Page 56 of Smooth As Whiskey

“Now. Open it and find out,” I told her.

Whit walked over and said, “If you’ve just eaten anything, I wouldn’t do it.”

She gagged, “Oh, Jesus. Irish, what is it?”

I smirked, “Finally found the fucker. Your stepfather.” Then I tilted my head to the towel-wrapped gift, “I brought you his balls.”

She sat there. Stunned.

Then she threw her head back and roared with laughter.

I just stood there and watched.

I knew I would get her back.

There was no other outcome I would ever accept.

But then she sobered, looked up at me, and whispered, “Yes.”

It took my brain a minute.

But then... I hollered, “Maisie!”

She came running and gasped, “Daddy?”

“Let’s go get married,” I said, then I bent and wrapped an arm around Sutton, tossed her over my shoulder, and strode for the door.

All the while, Maisie clapped and giggled and walked to my side.

My woman was laughing her ass off.

Three hours later, I kissed my wife for the first time.

And fifteen minutes later, in a courthouse bathroom, I made love to my wife for the first time.

It was one week before Christmas when there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” I called out to my girls as I made my way to the front door.

When I opened it, I stared at some woman standing there.

Jeans, a white sweater, and dark brown hair.

I lifted my brow, “Can I help you?”

“I’m ready for us to be a family. I want my kid back, and I want you.” She stated.

Sutton heard what the woman said. I knew that, because in the next instant, she was around my body.

Her arm pulled back, and she slammed it into Kendra’s nose.

Blood splattered everywhere.

She snapped, “That was for sleeping with Irish.”

And then she backhanded Kendra so hard that I was glad as fuck I never pissed her off. Because I winced.

“That was for abandoning that little girl outside of the gates where she was unprotected, you fucking bitch.”

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