Page 114 of Look at Her and Die

“What are you doing?” I asked, a smile on my lips.

“Gettin’ real tired of waitin’, princess,” he said. “Now, come on.”

Before I could say “okay,” he was throwing me over his shoulder.

I laughed my way down the aisle.

Hours later, I finally got to find out why Cakes got his name.

And everyone was right.

Cakes’s namesake fit him perfectly.

But it was only the second-best part of the night.

The first was when Posy leaned me over his arm in the middle of a filled barn and kissed the breath out of me.

4 months later

“No, no, no. This is all wrong,” I said as I took in the yellow paint. “This was supposed to be a more pastel yellow. This looks like the sunshine fell into a paint bucket and blew up all over our room.”

“This is seriously the same color you chose at Home Depot,” Posy pointed out.

I scrunched my nose up at him. “It can’t be.”

He pulled out the color swatch from his pocket and held it up to show me.

“Well.” I hesitated. “I think I want a different color.”

He grinned. “It’ll cost.”

“Fuck it, I’m rich,” I teased.

He snorted. “You won’t stay rich if you continue to blow it.”

If by ‘blowing it’ he meant ‘spending it on building a house, putting Calliope through college, paying for Kent to do travel baseball, and Anders to be put into a fancy-ass nerd school,’ then I was definitely blowing it.

“Gotta spend it on something,” I bantered.

We still drove the same cars—both him and me.

It looked hilarious driving out of our big ass gate, down our fancy-ass concrete driveway, and up to a triple-wide mobile home that looked fancy enough to house the king.

We weren’t spending our money all willy-nilly.

We both still worked—me on my own still, designing book covers. Him at the fire station in town.

Every morning that he worked he dropped Kent and Anders off at different schools ten minutes apart.

I still picked them up, laughing my way through the pickup line when both schools gave my car a disgusted wave.

We still ate at fast-food restaurants and cooked meals at home.

Honestly, those family meals were my favorite times of the day.

I was sad that I didn’t get Scottie and Calliope at home as much as I wanted.

Soon, Kent would be following in their wake.

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