Page 139 of The Proposal
I walk in and sit on Renn’s lap. As usual, he puts his arms around me and holds me close.
My protector. My passionate, kind, sexy man—the one who loves me.
The only man I’ll ever love.
I might have missed the proposal—and I might not remember the ceremony, just the llama—but I know I’ll have many amazing years with this man, making incredible memories filled with love.
Epilogue
Blakely
5 months later …
“Can you imagine living here?” Ella sighs, pulling her sunglasses down and squinting into the Australian sunlight. “And, since we’re dreaming, we might as well have our houses next door.”
I lie on the chaise next to her and smirk.If she only knew that Brock and Renn have talked about building beach houses next to each other … just not in Australia.
I won’t be shocked if they go through with it. I won’t be mad about it, either.
Nothing surprises me anymore.
Renn is happily unemployed. He and Brock have taken up woodworking … and neither of them are good at it. So far, they’ve made a chair that broke during its first use, a dresser with drawers that won’t close, and a huge mess. But they’re happy. And that makes me happy.
Thankfully, knowing woodworking won’t be enough to keep their bodies and minds satisfied, the two of them are in the process of creating a training program designed for teens. It focuses on holistic health, is affordable for low-income families—therefore not lining some rich asshole’s pockets, which was imperative for Renn—and builds mental strength as well as physical.
I love and respect the hell out of them.
And love they gave up the idea of podcasting, too.
Ella suggested she and Brock forgo wedding planning and get married in Vegas. We hopped on a plane,perks of marrying into a family with their own private airline, and flew across the country. Renn and I watched our best friends get married at the King and Bling Chapel. We reenacted ours to see if it rang any bells.It didn’t.
We’ve spent a lot of time with Renn’s siblings. I didn’t know them pre-Reid, but from what I can tell, they’re closer than ever. The boys go golfing once a month. Gannon always wins, much to Ripley’s dismay. Tate takes selfies with the club. I’m not sure he ever uses it to hit a ball. Jason is still his quiet self. But the more time I spend with him, the more interesting he becomes. His stories are the best—especially the ones he shares about Foxx. I’m determined to make Foxxy my buddy. Renn says to let it go, but I can’t. I’m not making progress, but I’m not a quitter. Bianca told me to manage my expectations. I like her delivery better than Renn’s.
There has been so much change—so many things flipped upside down—that nothing can surprise me.
But I bet I can still surprise my husband.
“Here comes trouble,” Ella says, grinning.
I follow her gaze down the beach.
My brother is oblivious to the eyes trailing them. So is my husband.Now, anyway.
Secretly, I think he still loves the looks he receives—the man has an ego, after all. But it does nothing for him anymore. After all, I’m his singular focus these days. Having Renn Brewer’s full attention leaves me a very, very satisfied woman.Likewise, as his reward, he’s a very, very satisfied man.
Renn slides his Aviators off, his lips twisting into a smirk.
A flurry of goosebumps rushes over my skin, intensified by the love shining in his eyes. It makes him more attractive, more desirable—my dream.
“What are you two doing?” Brock asks. Without missing a beat, he bends down and quiets Ella’s potential response with a long, deep kiss.
I shake my head. “Some things never change.”
Renn removes his hat, stopping beside me. He woke up, grabbed a shower, and tucked the strands under the cap without a second thought. The unruliness makes my fingers itch to comb through the tangled mess, digging my nails into his scalp until he moans—again.
He watches me intently as he tugs the brim over his head again.
Once upon a time, I wondered if I could ever get used to a man like him. He was overwhelming. Tall, muscled, and swagger for days. But now, I know the answer.You can’t.
