Page 189 of Bodyguard By Night

Willow

Meet the Parents

The next few days were insane.

If I wasn’t at my sister’s house working on the last of the favors, I was helping her pick out clothes for her honeymoon. In between, I helped Ransom with the desk, and he helped me with a few videos.

I wasn’t sure if he was taunting my stalker, or if he was just trying to keep my mind off of things. Either way, my channel was on fire. People were begging me to make a YouTube channel where I could make longer videos.

Ransom was officially a hit in the Wil’s Way sphere. I was also more creative than I’d ever been. Scribbling notebooks full of notes. And yes, that was plural. Thank God for Amazon overnight deliveries.

I commandeered most of the living room, which I knew was driving him crazy even if he didn’t say anything. If I was marrying him, we’d have to find some way to add me to his house.

Maybe that attic would be mine, after all. And that possible redesign became another notebook with an accompanying Pinterest board.

The nights were amazing even if I kept waiting for the next shoe…or Taser to drop. Every night, we loved each other as if it was our last time.

I didn’t want to think too closely if that was even a possibility.

Finally, the night of the rehearsal dinner was upon us. Thankfully, it was a small affair with only our family.

Of course, that also included my parents. They knew absolutely nothing about Ransom or my stalker. The fact that I hadn’t once considered including them made my heart ache.

We hadn’t been close since college. They’d gone from being worried about me to abject confusion about my decision to go off on my own. I wanted to try and mend fences with them, but I wasn’t sure if this was the way to do it.

I fussed with my dress in the mirror. I’d managed to tame my curls into an artful mess on top of my head. Lots of pins had been involved.

“Are you trying to murder me?”

I turned toward his voice. “Maybe.”

“You can’t wear that dress and expect me to be on my game tonight. And meet your parents for the first time.”

I laughed as I crossed the room to him. He had on his dress pants and nothing else. What was it about a man and bare feet and denim or dress pants?

It just didn’t make sense.

“I’m sure you can control yourself.”

He slipped his finger under the strap at my shoulder. “Maybe get it out of my system now?”

“Nope. We have no time for that. Maybe we can have a quickie in the chapel if we’re feeling frisky.”

“I’m going to go to hell now that you put that in my brain. Dammit, Chaos.”

“Are you going to call me Chaos when we say our vows?”

He grinned at me. “Probably.”

I shook my head. “Hurry up and put all of that away.” I made a circle with my finger. He had far too many delicious muscles going on there. “My sister will freak if we’re late.”

“We have ten minutes.”

Laughing, I slapped his hands away. “Don’t be proud of that number.”

“I seem to remember you enjoying my three minutes in the dressing room, woman.”

I grabbed my heels and hurried out before I changed my mind. He was a menace.

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