Page 104 of If You Give a Billionaire a Bride

There, I admit it.

I love Cash Stafford.

I’m jolted from my thoughts as we pull up to his parents’ house.

Joining the mile-high club with Cash was hands down the most erotic sexual experience I’ve ever had. There was something exhilarating about being blind-folded and completely at his mercy.

Afterward, we cuddled in bed before returning to the cabin. I spent the rest of the flight working so that I can fully enjoy my weekend with Cash and his family.

Cash hands a hundred-dollar bill to the driver and retrieves our bags from the trunk. We’re halfway up the driveway when the front door swings open.

“Mike, they’ve arrived,” Johanna shouts as she runs across the porch to greet us. “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe you’re here.” She throws her arms around me in a big hug, holding me close. “How are you, sweetie?”

“I’m good,” I say with a smile.

“Is Cash treating you well? I won’t hesitate to set him straight if he isn’t.”

Cash rolls his eyes. “Mom, I’m right here.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t—” She stops when she notices his short hair. “Oh, Cash, your hair. You look so handsome.” She presses a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks. Everly cut it,” he says.

“You did a wonderful job,” Johanna tells me, her voice catching.

I keep my eyes on Cash. “Thank you,” I say, and we share a knowing look.

“Do you have to bring your mother to tears whenever you come home?” Mike asks Cash as he steps onto the porch to join us. “She was all smiles this afternoon, anticipating your arrival.”

“These are happy tears,” Johanna assures him. “I’m just so glad to have two of my kids home for the weekend.”

My chest tightens with emotion when she calls me one of her own.

“We’re glad we could come, Mom,” Cash says.

“Why don’t we all go inside and get something to eat,” Johanna suggests. “I put a lasagna in the oven and made homemade garlic bread to go with it. I’m sure you must be starving.”

“Good thinking about skipping the meal on the plane,” I whisper to Cash.

He’d warned me that his mom would have a big spread planned for when we got here.

“Hey, Dad, is it alright if we go to the garage for a few minutes?” Cash asks Mike. “I wanted to check to make sure my Jeep’s still running.”

“Sure thing, son,” Mike says.

“I’ll be right back,” Cash assures me.

Johanna drapes her arm around my shoulder. “She’ll be fine, but don’t take too long.” “We won’t, dear,” Mike promises.

Cash and Mike head toward the garage, disappearing into the side door.

I follow Johanna inside the house, and the scent of sugar, spices, and warm butter welcomes me, making my stomach grumble.

“Good thing I made dinner,” she says as she heads toward the kitchen. “I experimented with a recipe for cinnamon rolls, so you’ll have to try one for dessert.

“Smells delicious,” I say.

Halfway down the hall, I stop when I notice the new family photos hanging up in silver frames. There’s a group shot with the whole family, everyone grinning from ear to ear. I laugh when I come to a photo of Lola running across the lawn with Waffles and the puppies gleefully chasing after her. Next are the couple photos, lined up in a row.

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