Page 103 of The Last Love Story
Justin turns his head toward me, and I shrug. Not my finest moment, but neither is being accused of insurance fraud.
Justin swings the door open all the way. “She’s right here.”
The investigator’s eyes quickly go back and forth between me and Justin as he takes in my lack of pants, Justin’s lack of shirt, and the obvious bulge in the crotch of his shorts.
Justin clears his throat. “We’re a little… busy.”
“I can see that,” the investigator mutters.
“Can we do this some other time? I need a little… time… with my wife.”
“Right. Well, based on what I’m witnessing right now, I’m not too concerned about the nature of this citation. We get plenty of false reports. I’ll still need to speak to you both and likely a friend or family member who can vouch for each of you. But we can do that over phone or email.”
Justin steps back and wraps an arm around me as I try to pull my shirt down. His hand conveniently lands on my ass.
“Trust me, there’s nothing to be concerned about here.”
The investigator nods, then claps his hands together. “Well,I’ll be in touch. Have fun—ah, a good day. Mr. Ayers. Ms. Jackson.”
“Mrs. Ayers,” I say coolly, but he doesn’t turn back.
Justin closes the door, then turns to look at me, eyes wide.
“Wait. Mrs. Ayers?”
I give a little shrug. I was going to surprise him when my new license came, but why not now?
“Maybe.”
He cups my face in his hands, his captivating blue eyes brimming with emotion.
“Did you take my last name?”
“Yes.”
“Really?” he rasps, tears welling in his eyes.
“Well, you keep reminding me I’m your wife. I figured it was time to make it official. I want the world to know who I belong to.”
He slants his mouth over mine. And like our first kiss, it’s so easy to get swept away in it. Just like I was swept up in a whirlwind with him.
He breaks our kiss slowly, staring at me reverently. His breath tickles my lips as he holds me close, like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
“I’m yours,” I whisper. “Forever.”
EPILOGUE
JADE
Nine Months Later
I rollmy shoulders and crack my knuckles.
I’m almost finished with the twelfth and final book of the Marianos series. It’s more of a wrap-up novella, and I’m dragging my feet because I’m not ready to finish.
I have a whole new project planned to start soonish. It’s all about a group of friends who meet starring in a Broadway show, in their late teens, then it follows them over the next ten years as life starts to imitate art—sometimes a bit too much. It’s going to be heart wrenching—and the first series where I’ll likely kill off a main character—but I’m hyped for it. And when I pitched it to Justin, he immediately begged me to start writing it.
But I have some other things that need to be done first.
