Page 15 of Canadian Wild: Love

We meet halfway and I leap on him, crying.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl. I’m a damn stubborn idiot. I love you so much. I couldn’t let you go. I should because you deserve so much more than me.” His mouth drops little kisses all over my face and hair as he rambles.

I shake my head. “No! I don’t deserve another man. I deserve the man I love and that’s you. I love you so much, Emile. I can’t leave you. Please don’t make me,” I cry, tears dripping down my chin.

He lifts my chin and he kisses my tears softly. “I can’t make you leave. If you leave, you take my heart with you and it’s barely healed now. If I let you go, I’ll never recover. Please stay. We’ll work on getting you here. I’ll come to the states. I don’t care as long as I’m with you. My heart is yours, dented, bruised and broken, but it’s all yours.”

I smile mistily up at him. “Mine isn’t perfect. It’s been beaten a bit too. But you make me feel like there’s more out there for me. A life and a love that belongs to me. Only me.”

“Only you,” he agrees. “Will you come back with me and the dog?” The pup prances back and forth beside us, yapping like our own personal little matchmaker.

I giggle and pull his lips down to mine. “I would love to come with you. Over and over again.”

He draws in a deep breath and glares at George. “I’ll be by to get her things in a few days. Until then, don’t call.”

And he slings me over his shoulder as I giggle wildly. I wave at George who stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Bye, George!” I call, laughing.

Emile tosses me in the truck and the dog hops on me, licking my face.

“We need to name him.”

“We’ll find something.” His eyes meet mine and he groans. “Fuck, I love you, baby girl. I never thought I’d find a woman that would make me feel the things I feel for you. I never loved my ex because the things I felt for her are about as tiny as a pinprick compared to what I feel for you.”

“Same,” I whisper. “Now get me home and make love to me like you can’t live without me because I sure as hell can’t live without you.”

“Same,” he growls.

We hold hands the whole way back and I can’t stop the overwhelming rush of love that I feel for this man with thenavy eyes and broad shoulders. The damaged heart that beats to match mine. Two broken, beaten people who managed to find exactly what they needed in each other and the Canadian wild.

Epilogue: Emile

Ismile as my truck pulls back into the lot by the mountain where my pickup is parked. The big diesel hums and then I shift it down and let it coast into the spot where I park it. I don’t even have to look to know the damn woman hiked down to meet me again.

“Lizzie, dammit! What are you doing down here again? You’re gonna catch a cold again. And then when I go out you won’t be able to come with me. Again. And where the hell is your toque?”

Potato bounces around by her feet and his pudgy little body wriggles with excitement when he sees me.

Her smile lights up her face and I feel my heart shift again. It doesn’t take much. Just a look from her golden-green eyes and that quirky little smile that warms my heart until I feel like I could soar over to her instead of walking.

“I know. But I missed you.” She drops Potato’s leash and runs at me, laughing when I grunt as I catch her to me, her long legs wrapping around my middle as she kisses me hungrily.

Chuckling, I push her up against the truck and groan as her sweet pussy rides my dick even through our clothes. “I couldn’t tell that, sweetheart.”

Her sweet little lips pout at me and she leans closer, her mouth on mine, her teeth grabbing my lower lip and pulling it tight until I groan and my fingers dance up her bare thighs where her dress has ridden up.

“Baby, you’re killing me here.” I drop her toes to the ground and turn her towards the pickup, swatting her ass and laughing when she glares at me playfully. “Wait for me and I won’t swat you. Keep it up and I’m gonna think you want spanked.” My brow quirks when she grins and saunters over to the truck.

“At least you’re finally catching on.”

Growling, I jog after her, laughing when she squawks and runs away. “I’m gonna catch you and paddle your ass for being so damn naughty, baby girl.”

She jumps into the truck when I unlock it and I catch Potato’s leash when he jumps up on me.

We’ve been married for two years now and it’s been amazing. I’ve never met a woman like her and she’s just damn near perfect. At least for me.

I’ve been saving for a bigger house but she told me not to bother. She likes the cabin and wants to stay here. I married her immediately and sponsored her as my wife and it took awhile for her to get her citizenship but she’s all mine and Canada’s now. She writes her blog and it’s more than she ever thought it would be. Everyone likes her in-depth blogs about the different parts of Canada and the people around here.

We’ve been traveling around in a big-ass Winnebago that I bought to travel in so that she could get her blogs written. I take a month off every six months and she does a bunch of articles, releasing them a few at a time until our next trip. It’s working out and she loves it. So do I.

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