Page 62 of Finding Forever

“Are you worried?” Maverick wanted to know.

“No, not with you by my side.”

“Good answer,” he drawled, kissing my cheek.

“Are you happy to be back at the beach?”

“Always. It’s where we got our start and North Beach will always have a special place in my heart.”

Maverick’s hands tightened around my waist. “You’ll always have a special place in my heart.”

“Ah, sweet words to soften me up before bed.” I giggled.

“I’ll always whisper sweet nothings in your ear because being with you completes me.”

“Aw, Maverick.” I turned in his arms.

On tip toes, I kissed him, and we got lost in a long, languid kiss that shook my soul and solidified what I knew in my heart: I’d finally found my forever.

The End.

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Thank you for making it to the end! I appreciate you! If you enjoyed this story, consider leaving a review/ rating on Amazon or Goodreads.

With this book, I was really hoping to create a low angst story with relatable characters. I hope I achieved this. I loved Gina and Maverick as characters and their kids were sweet! I’m going to pretend like their exes don’t exist! Haha.

I aimed for low drama in this book because the next book will likely ruffle your feathers and I’ve included a sneak peek.

Keep scrolling to read the firstuneditedchapter of Hostile Wife (Sherri + Silas).

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Hostile Wife

Sherri

Sherri Banks-Howitt slowed the car to a crawl outside the single-story house, momentarily grateful for unkempt hedges that ringed the small front yard, because while it partially shielded her car from view, it allowed her to watch the goings-on at Richard’s front door.

And boy, was he giving everyone in the neighborhood an eyeful. A slender, long-legged brunette in a dress that looked as if fabric had been scarce at the dress factory was poised on the top step, self-consciously brushing her long, straight hair out of her eyes as she pursed her lips and ran her tongue suggestively over them. Even from here, Sherri could hear the high-pitched girlish giggle that was as fake as the gold plating on a five-dollar bangle.

The giggle seemed to have worked, because Richard reached down with a large, dark hand and cupped the girl’s butt, possessively bringing her close for a kiss. His curly black hair was close-cropped, and he wore an oversized leather jacket, even in the early summer heat, and Sherri knew it was because, as usual, he was channeling his inner Richard Roundtree. While they were married, his ringtone had been the theme song to Shaft. That’s how the man saw himself.

He murmured something that set off more giggles until finally the two of them peeled themselves away from each other and the girl did a little wriggly sashay down the walkway and into a waiting Uber before disappearing.

Next to her, Sherri heard Malik make a small sound. The umber skinned ten-year-old tugged on one of his thick, short black braids, a habit he had that she loved, even though she knew he only did it when he was upset or irritated.

“Know her?” she asked carefully.

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