Page 66 of Finding Mercy

I give him my famous what the fuck look, “I can cook.”

“Watch the tone of your eyes. And I’m taking you out. I want to celebrate.”

“The tone of my eyes? What are you celebrating?”

He puts his hands on his hips, feigning irritation, “I’m getting married in six weeks to the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m quite happy about it.” He smiles, less talking and more texting. I’m getting a drink.”

I laugh and text Isabella.

“They will come. But where?”

“La Fontaine’s.”

I nod, “Okay.”

Twenty-Four

LIAM

We get to the restaurant,and I’m delighted when Ivy whines about sitting with Isabella because I want to be able to touch my girl's hand at the very least. I whisper to her, “You look beautiful, baby girl.”

She smiles at me, “Thank you.”

Mercy always looks beautiful, but tonight she is wearing this beautiful champagne-colored dress that shows her curves beautifully. It’s low cut but not in a sleazy way. Her hair is up in a loose knot exposing her beautiful neck. If we were alone, I’d have my mouth all over it, sucking that sweet spot between her neck and collarbone. This gorgeous woman has me by the balls. There’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do for her. Her happiness has become my fucking reason for existing.

She blushes when she notices me staring at her, “What?” She asks.

I wink at her, “I like looking at beautiful things.”

“You’re being quite swoony tonight, Dr. Lexington.”

I smirk at her, “Is that a word?”

“Yes, it is. Adjective. Tending to swoon.”

I chuckle, “You’re something.”

She raises an eyebrow, “Didn’t they teach you fancy words in medical school, Dr. Lexington?”

I smirk at her, “I guess I missed the day they covered swoony.”

She giggles, tossing her head back, and fucking Christ, it makes my heart race.

The waitress brings a round of champagne for everyone and a Shirley Temple for Ivy.

Xander stands up, “I’d like to make a speech and a toast.”

I groan, “Here we go.”

Xander laughs loud, “Doc Delicious. I never thought you would meet someone like Mercy. You are one lucky son of a-”

“Xander. Little ears,” Mercy interrupts.

He rolls his eyes, “You are a lucky man. Do not mess it up!”

Isabella laughs at his change of words.

“To Liam and Mercy. May your wedding be everything the bride wishes for it to be.”

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