Six Hot Summer Nights. Leslie Kelly

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СКАЧАТЬ breath caught. “Is that a proposal?”

      Bronson stepped back, reached into his pocket and held out a locket. “It’s not to replace the one you have, but I thought you might want a picture of your new family to keep with you.”

      “Oh, God.”

      Bronson smiled. “How am I doing in making up for being a jerk? Because I’ll grovel more, Mia. I’ll do anything to make you see just how serious I am about loving you and committing myself to our family.”

      “Our family,” she repeated.

      His image blurred as her eyes collected with more tears than she could hold. They fell down her cheek, one after another, as a laugh escaped her. “You’re amazing. The locket is … God, Bronson, I don’t know what to say.”

      Bronson slid the chain around her neck and fastened it, then pulled a small box from his pocket.

      “Just how much do you have in those pockets for me?” she joked through tears.

      “Not nearly enough to make up for my actions,” he told her, opening the velvet box. “This is the ring my father gave my mother.”

      “What? Bronson, I can’t take her ring.”

      “When I told her my plans, she insisted. This isn’t her original engagement ring—that one she’ll never part with. He gave her this on the night I was born for this purpose right here. To pass down to the woman I will marry.” He took her hand, sliding the ring on. “Perfect fit.”

      Mia eyed the ring on her finger. The glistening diamonds stole her breath, but had someone else worn this before?

      “No,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. “I didn’t give this to my ex-fiancée. She wanted a new ring, and when she asked to go ring shopping, I didn’t even mention that I had this. I should’ve known then she wasn’t the one.”

      Unable to contain her excitement one more second, Mia threw her arms around Bronson’s neck, but their baby stopped her from getting too close.

      “Oh, sorry.” She laughed. “Bella is growing pretty fast these days.”

      Bronson raised a brow. “Bella?”

      “Um, I call her that. It means—”

      “Beautiful,” he whispered before capturing her lips for a brief kiss. “Just like her mother.”

      His kiss never failed to send a jolt of love and hope through her.

      “Let’s start our life together,” he murmured against her lips.

       Epilogue

      “Are you ever going to put her down?”

      With a radiant smile on her face, Bronson’s wife of two months rocked their sleeping daughter. A sight he never tired of seeing.

      “She’s just so sweet,” Mia whispered. “I could look at her all day.”

      Bronson knew exactly how she felt. He eased off the door frame and crept into the room, loving the look of his family—Bella, with her mother’s dark wispy hair and almond-shaped chocolate eyes, and Mia with her glow that never ceased to clutch his heart.

      He knelt down beside the plush rocker they’d ordered on their trip to Italy. “You’re going to have to let her sleep on her own, you know.”

      Mia’s lips brushed the top of Bella’s head. “I know. I just want her to know how much she’s loved.”

      “I’m sure she knows.” Bronson wrapped an arm around Mia, leaned his head against hers and watched his child sleep, nestled against Mia’s chest. “I love you, Mia. Love you more every day.”

      “I love you, too.”

      “I just hung up with Anthony.”

      “Bella’s a heavy sleeper. Tell me.” Mia’s rocking slowed. “Did you ask him to work with you on your mother’s film?”

      “We’ve talked about it. We’re taking this one day at a time. We know how important this is to Mom, and we can’t let our past differences affect the movie. We both want this to be the best film either of us have ever produced and directed.”

      Mia adjusted the white blanket over Bella’s tiny hands. “I think that says a lot about where the two of you are now in your journey.”

      “Yeah, it does.” Bronson cleared his throat. “I want him to help me produce it, not just direct.”

      Mia’s misty gaze came up to meet his. “Oh, Bronson. That’s wonderful.”

      Bronson’s heart clenched at the sight of his wife, his daughter and this talk of producing a movie with his half brother. “I haven’t asked him, but I plan on it.”

      “I’m so happy for the two of you.”

      Bronson kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m happy for me, too. I never imagined I could have everything I ever wanted, but I do.”

      Mia’s smile lit her up from within. “Trust me, I know all about dreams coming true.”

Night After Night…

       He’d never been in a situation like this before …

      But really, what was the big deal? Jason thought. So he and Christy had been dreaming about each other. They were right in the middle of the ‘sex-all-the-time’ part of their relationship. Of course they’d dream about each other.

      But the exact same dream? That wasn’t possible. But then again, it kind of explained why he’d had a dream about being a spa guy. A naked spa guy. That was obviously Christy’s contribution.

      Jason grinned when he thought about that, choosing to focus on the fact that she thought he was hot. That she’d thought he was hot before they’d officially met. That was cool. Still …

      God, he needed a run.

      He ran. He swam. He saw his therapist, to whom he said absolutely nothing about his dreams. He was freaked out, but he wasn’t stupid. Talking about shared dreams would be career suicide, especially in the military. They did, however, talk about Christy and what was going on between them.

      In the end, Jason agreed with the doc: women were good. Sex was good. He should stop worrying and just enjoy it.

      Which worked out great … until he met her for dinner later.

       About the Author

      USA TODAY bestselling author KATHY LYONS has made her mark with sizzling romances. СКАЧАТЬ