Page 129 of Score on You

Forrest hums his approval. His eyes crinkle in the corners as he smiles. Kindness reflects from his expression, filling me with a sense of belonging. It’s easy to see where Ridge gets it.

Gratitude slams into me and I blurt, “Can we hug?”

They don’t give me a second to doubt the request. Together, the four of us merge in a silent exchange of understanding. Fern reaches for my mother, bringing her into the fold. We remain in the huddle for several moments, but the bond we formed is permanent.

My bottom lip trembles as emotion tries to conquer my composure. “Thank you for raising Ridge to become such a good man.”

“Don’t give us too much credit,” Forrest replies. “It’s you who captured his heart and gave him the other half of his soul.”

Fern gazes at her husband with unfiltered adoration. “Isn’t it something?”

He mirrors her devotion. “Rather indescribable.”

Ridge presses a kiss to my temple. “Spontaneous and unexpected.”

I snuggle against him. “That sounds like our happily ever after to me.”

That’s the end… mostly. Are you curious about the tattoos mentioned in the epilogue? Well, I have that scene as well as two others from Callie and Ridge for you here!

And read on for glimpses at more Knox Creek romances…

Curious about Garrett and Grace? Their friends to lovers, opposites attract romance is calledYours to Catch. Here’s a sample for you from Garrett’s point of view.

I smile at the approaching trio, but a lone figure snatches my focus before they reach me. The woman is instantly recognizable. She drove me to distraction last month, which led to Harper transforming Roosters into a dance club for an entire night. It’s been impossible to forget her hypnotic allure. That trance once again renders me useless.

Harper is talking to her, but I only hear the erratic thrash of my desire. The bombshell that’s wrecking my composure is breathtaking in a plain t-shirt and jeans. No frills or fuss, which suits my style just fine.

Her shapely figure commands my full concentration. As if tethered, I’m incapable of looking away. She’s lush curves and endless pleasure wrapped in one fuckable package. My mouth goes dry as I treat myself to a languid perusal of those supple lines that connect to create an irresistible form. Somewhere in the recesses of my lust-addled brain, I realize that it’s not polite to ogle her this way.

My creeper status warns me to retreat when Sydney joins their conversation. A slow blink does little to alleviate the pressure in my groin. In a weak attempt to sever this daze—and regain control from my cock—I forcefully avert my gaze off her tits. The button on her purse strap halts my decent intentions. I cough to free myself from the stupor.

“Holy shit,” I blurt. “You’re my other half.”

Harper squeaks in outrage and claps her palms over Syd’s ears. Then she pins me with a glare. “Can you watch your language?”

The pinch in my features is meant to be apologetic. But in reality, I’m too transfixed by the raven-haired beauty to notice much else. “We’re meant to be.”

She raises her hands to strike my wayward nonsense. “I just want a cocktail.”

“Hold the tail?” I wag my brows to regain the trustworthy charm that never steers me wrong. “We can save that for later. For now, we need to celebrate. Your number is the same as mine. Fifty-three.”

Her gaze narrows on the button I have proudly displayed on my shirt. Then she glances at the identical pin attached to her purse strap. “I forgot about that.”

“It’s tradition,” I hoot and spread my arms wide. “The anticipation of meeting your match keeps you searching the crowd.”

My exaggerated reaction makes this casual game sound like the stars aligned to bring us together. Maybe there’s a bit of destiny involved. Not that I believe in fate. In reality, every attendee is given a button at the entrance with the incentive of a prize. The festival ritual is forgotten more often than not. I’d been guilty of doing just that until this chick returned to my sights.

“That’s quite a romantic sentiment.” She gives me another once-over. ”Front and center, huh?”

“Didn’t want the one meant for me to miss it.” I tap the number pinned smack dab in the middle of my chest. Then I tack on a smirk to showcase my dimples. These weapons of destruction have an undefeated record against panties. The protective layer melts off before the ladies know what hit them.

This girl is my latest target and appears caught under the influence. After staring openly for several seconds, she rips her gaze off me. “And now that you’ve found her?”

“Pretty sure you found me, soulmate.”

Want more? ReadYours to Catchhere!

And if you’re interested in Harper and Jake, along with little Sydney, readWrong for Youhere.

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