Page 58 of Beautiful Crazy

Asher:*eye roll emoji* Tell me you’re an adult now without TELLING me you’re an adult now. #nosex #letstalk

Beckham:Yes Ash. Grown adults are capable of not fucking like bunnies with the ones they love.

Asher:You’re old Beck. Fucking is GLORIOUS.

Graham:Says the twenty-two-year-old.

Beckham:Ash, right now you’re just fucking. When you find “the one” it all changes. Trust me. Emmett, Congratulations from Hadley and me. And right before the wedding too. Great timing. Don’t fuck it up.

Me:Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Graham:You’ll be fine.So, what are you doing with her for V-day?

Me:HA! Going to a singles night event. It’s work for her. I’m tagging along to keep the sharks at bay.

Beckham:‘Atta boy. Can’t wait to see you Friday.

Me:Ditto that! How’s the wedding cake coming along? Is Hadley a nervous wreck?

Beckham:You mean the four-layer cake that she’s now baked ten layers for so she could pick the perfectly baked layers out of the bunch? Nah, she’s not nervous at all. *Wink emoji* Actually, I think she’s more nervous of how her mom will like everything. We had a lot of work done on the barn out back so we could have the reception there. You wouldn’t even recognize it now.

Me:Can’t wait to see it! Hey Graham, when’s Hadley getting’ her tat?

Graham:Lol! It’s done! She didn’t want to wait once she saw Lacey’s. I changed it up a little to fit her personality. Is Emily ready for hers? *smirk emoji*

Me:If I could put her in that chair tomorrow, I would.

Graham:Ha! Yeah, I know you would. We all know it. Can’t wait for us all to party together this weekend.

Me:Amen to that. See y’all soon! And give Mom a kiss for me.

Graham:*Thumbs up emoji*

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“Emmett, you almost ready?” She knocks on my door and my heart does a quick summersault.

“Yeah, don’t come in! Give me two minutes!” Hastily, I scribble something on the little yellow squared paper in front of me, fold it up and toss it in the jar.

Emily’s voice calls out from the other side of the door. “Are you seriously doing something inappropriate right before we go out?”

Dropping the jar into the pink glittery gift bag, I pull open the door and watch as Emily almost falls over my doorstep. I put an arm out to catch her, but she recovers beautifully and smooths her sweater down.

Holy hell.

“You’re wearing that?” I ask her.

Immediately her face falls. “What’s wrong with this?” She turns three hundred and sixty degrees so I can see it all. Her black jeans that show off just how long her legs are and accentuate the swell of her ass with perfection. The heeled bootie shoes are a nice touch, but it’s the top that renders me speechless.

“What’s wrong with it? Absofuckinlutely nothing is wrong with it, Em. You look…”

Sexy?

Sensual?

Seductive?

Spicy?

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