Page 180 of Exes and Oh Hell No

I smirk, crossing my leg, revealing my bare thigh.

Just to push him a little further.

He snaps.

He doesn’t wait for speeches. He doesn’t wait for the cake. He doesn’t wait for shit.

He stalks across the room, grabs my wrist, and hauls me up.

I gasp, laughing. "Ford! We still have?—"

"Don’t care," he growls. "We’re leaving."

"But—"

I barely get the word out before he throws me over his shoulder.

The crowd goes wild.

"Hell yeah!" Gram cheers, holding up her flask.

Connor groans, his morose eyes on Allie. "Can’t believe this is my life.”

Allie, still standing on the chair, resumes singing.

And Connor is still staring at her like she’s the only person in the room.

He’s so gone for her.

And she has no fucking idea.

The room rushes by in a blur as my caveman carries me over his shoulder.

I close my eyes, a smile lighting up my face.

It’s time to enjoy time with my husband.

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FORD

The drive to the cabin is a fucking blur.

I don’t remember stoplights. I don’t remember turns.

All I know is Harper, flushed and wrecked from my words alone, shifting in the seat beside me, her legs pressed together like she’s trying to stop the inevitable.

Like she isn’t already mine.

Like she doesn’t know exactly what’s coming.

The second I pull into the driveway, I don’t even turn off the car.

I open my door, rounding the car before she can even think about escaping.

Her eyes widen. "Ford?—"

I yank her door open, undo her seatbelt, and grab her.

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