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He cocked his head to the side, taking this in. “Okay, be right back.”
He went inside, and she stood there fuming, not daring to make a break for the reception again. He’d just drag her back here. And she wasn’t eager to face all those curious people either. What was so damn important that he had to show her?
~ ~ ~
Ryan emerged from the house, relieved to see Liz still standing on the front porch. Her eyes flashed fire at him, and he knew he had to get this just right. He set the gift in her hands.
She looked down at it. “It’s a toaster.”
“A four-slice toaster.”
She stared at him, openmouthed. “You dragged me all the way here to show me your new toaster.” She shoved it back at him.
He gave it to her again. “For both of us and any others who come along.”
Her eyebrows crinkled in confusion as she stared up at him. “For guests?”
He jammed a hand through his hair. This wasn’t going as he’d hoped. Stupid Jorge with his grand romantic gesture idea.
“No, not for guests.” He swallowed hard. “It’s like…you know how scrambled eggs and toast are good together?”
She nodded.
“I mean, even if you have them every day. Even if you add in more eggs, it doesn’t spoil it, it just works.” He looked deep into her eyes. “You’re my scrambled eggs. And if you want to add more eggs, that’s good. I can just make more toast.”
She looked down at the toaster and back up at him. “I’m not sure I follow.”
He smoothed the frizzy lock of wine-soaked hair behind her ear. “I love you.”
“Oh.” Her hand flew to her mouth.
He took a deep breath and pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. “I’m not good with words, and Shane was no help, but here goes. I wrote you a poem.” He unfolded it and read it to her:
“I avoided strings
But you’re no ball and chain
I’m a better man because of you
You’re my partner
My scrambled eggs. And we can make more eggs and toast. The whole deal.
I love you
Say I do.”
His cheeks burned, but he met her eyes, meaning every word. And waited for her answer.
~ ~ ~
Liz blinked back tears. “The whole deal? I thought you didn’t want kids—”
“At first I didn’t…I was just a kid when I helped raise my brothers. It was hard…we didn’t know where the next meal was coming from. It’s different now, you know?” He paced back and forth on the porch. “I mean…we both have good jobs. I’ve got the house. You’re great with Bryce, and I’m getting the hang of him. Hell, if Trav can be a great dad, I can too.” He stopped in front of her, took the toaster from her hands, set it down on the porch, and took both her hands in his. “I want to help you raise Bryce and our kids too. So will you say I do?”
“Yes!” She threw herself in his arms, and he held her tight.
After a moment, he pulled back and cradled her face, placing a tender kiss on her lips. “I’m glad that worked. My plan B was looking pretty shaky.”
“What was plan B?”
“Flowers and chocolates.”
“The toaster was better.”
He grinned. “It was, wasn’t it?” He lifted her hand to his lips. “We’ll pick out the ring together. I figured you’d have an opinion.”
“Smart man.” She gestured to the door and gave him a slow smile. “Anything else in there you want to show me?”
He arched an eyebrow. “You’ll have to come inside to see.”
She scooped up the toaster and ran inside. “Let me just put this back in the kitchen,” she called over her shoulder. He was hot on her heels.
As soon as she set it on the counter, his hands were on her, tugging her close. He brushed his lips over hers. “What do you say we get started on Bryce’s cousin?”
She shoved him back with both hands. “Motherhood is hard work. I want some time for just the two of us. Three, four, maybe five years.”
“That works too.” He lifted her onto the counter and pushed her dress up so he could settle between her legs.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his warm hazel eyes. “I love you,” she said. “I didn’t get to say it before, but I do. For always.”
“And forever,” he said gruffly.
“With toast.” She bit back a smile.
One side of his mouth quirked up. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Nope. Can we take the Harley back to the reception? I’ve always wanted to try it.”
“After.” He slid down the straps of her dress.
“Yes,” she breathed.
They left his place, glowing, and grinning like fools. He handed her the helmet that Maggie had bought months ago, and she straddled the bike, her dress scandalously high, and hugged his waist.
They took off with a roar, as the sun set over Clover Park, to the family and friends they loved.
Epilogue
Five Months Later
“Happy VD!” Maggie said as she handed Liz a rose at the first annual Maggie and Jorge Chavez Valentine’s Day dance.
Liz bit back a laugh and flashed a pointed look at Ryan.
“Maybe you shouldn’t abbreviate it, Gran,” Ryan said, kissing her cheek.
“Oh, you.” She gave him a playful swat on the arm.
They were at Jorge’s dance studio with friends and family, including some familiar faces from dance class. The only two on the dance floor so far were Dick the spirited gnome and his partner Miss Pinchy Lips, who was actually smiling as he expertly spun her. Garner’s Sports Bar & Grill catered the event, of course, but Liz planned on helping her parents a bit so they could get in at least one dance with each other.
Rachel walked in wearing a red dress with a plunging neckline and black stiletto heels. Her braid was wrapped into a bun, and she’d traded her glasses for contacts. She’d brought New Jewish Friend as a date.
“Ooh, Rachel, look at you!” Liz exclaimed, rushing up to her. “Red hot!”
“Thank you,” Rachel said. “You too, gorgeous.” She held a hand up to shield her eyes. “Please, the shine, it’s too much.” She pushed back Liz’s hand, where a diamond engagement ring sparkled. The wedding was planned down to the last detail—on Liz’s spreadsheet—for the weekend after school let out in June. She looked over Liz’s shoulder. “Hey, Ryan.”
“Hey, Rachel.” Ryan reached to shake the new guy’s hand. “How ya doin’? I’m Ryan.”
“Justin.” His voice was high and feminine.
Rachel grimaced and quickly replaced it with a sweet smile. “Could you get me some of that sangria?”
“You got it,” Justin squeaked, rushing off to do her bidding.
Shane lifted his glass in a toast to Rachel, which she returned with a little wave. Shane promptly turned red.
Daisy and Trav were on the dance floor with Bryce now. The baby wore a dark pink knitted hat that resembled a nipple. Must be one of Maggie’s creations. At almost six months, the boy was already sitting up and reaching for things. Best of all, he now slept six hours at a stretch thanks to an infant massage class. Daisy was like a new woman.
Liz smiled as Trav lifted Bryce high in the air and the boy let out a delighted laugh. With Daisy and Bryce on track, Liz had finally moved in with Ryan over the New Year. They were still getting used to each other. He’d agreed clothes go in the hamper and said he found her alphabetizing of spices endearing. She was trying very hard to find his piles of magazines and newspapers, and drinking glasses all over the house equally endearing. She was already devising an organizational system she thought would help. Her label maker had gotten a lot of use too.
Daisy danced with Bryce now, so Trav joined Liz and Ryan on the side of the dance floor. “Isn’t he great?” Trav asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cuter baby. And he’s smart too. I told him, let’s go s
ee Mama, and he bounced a little. I think he understands English already.”
“Bryce is awesome,” Liz said. “You and Daisy are doing a great job with him.”
“He’s like a genius baby,” Ryan said. Liz elbowed him, but Trav didn’t notice.
“What did Maggie say the hat was supposed to be?” Liz asked.
Trav grinned. “She said it’s a raspberry.” He shielded his mouth and whispered, “But I think it looks like a nipple.”
“I thought the same thing,” Liz confided.
Ryan took another look at the hat. “Don’t say a word to Gran.”
Trav raised his hands in mock defense. “Like I would.” He watched Daisy and Bryce for a moment, a big smile on his face.
“Any progress with the two of you?” Ryan asked quietly.
Trav frowned. “No, but I’m not giving up.”
Ryan slapped him on the back. “Good.”
Liz understood her sister’s reluctance. When she’d thought she might be pregnant, she hadn’t wanted Ryan to feel obligated to her. It was hard to know whether the person’s affection for you was because of the baby or along with the baby.
Liz took a turn dancing with her adorable nephew, his blond hair looking like dandelion fuzz sticking up all over his head. He smiled at her, revealing two drooly bottom teeth. She kissed his little chubby cheek. “Bryce is so nice,” she sang. Then she pointed out the names of everything that he looked at as they moved around the dance floor. Never too young to educate, she figured. When the song ended, she sailed off the dance floor and handed Bryce back to Trav. “Here’s your little boy. Say da-da.”
“Ah-boo,” Bryce said.
“Close,” Trav said. As he walked off, Liz could hear him coaching, “Da-da, da-da, da-da.”
“How long until we have a mini-Liz?” Ryan asked. “You’re good with him. What do you think? A little honeymoon baby making?” He waggled his eyebrows at her and ran a hand down her back to cup her bottom.
She slapped his hand away. “Ryan! My parents are here. Your grandmother. And we agreed to wait.”
He just laughed.
“Can I have your attention?” Jorge called. The room quieted down. “I’m offering one lesson, and then you’re on your own. The tango.” He nodded at Arianna to start the music. Then Maggie put a rose in her mouth, and they demonstrated a few tango steps. “Please join us.”
“I guess it’s our turn,” Ryan said, placing a warm hand on the small of Liz’s back and guiding her to the dance floor. He tucked a flower behind her ear and proceeded to shock her with a fast-paced tango that she could barely keep up with. When the song ended, he dipped her over his arm. Her heart pounding, face flushed, she slowly rose back to a standing position.
“Where did you learn to do that?” she asked.
“I asked Jorge for a few private lessons to surprise you.”
“Wow!”
The next dance was a waltz and Liz took over by the chafing dishes to help serve hungry guests so her parents could dance. Rachel danced with Shane. They moved slowly, quietly, speaking at rare intervals. Alan Zinkman got Daisy on the dance floor while Trav danced with Bryce. Gran and Jorge couldn’t take their hands off each other. Next weekend they’d leave for a week on a Caribbean cruise. Snorkeling too. Liz had planned two weeks in Hawaii for their own honeymoon. Ryan wanted to get back in time for the summer baseball program at the police athletic league. He’d really hit it off with the middle school boys. Many stayed with him for any sport he coached. Liz was tutoring one of the boys in reading.
Ryan moved behind her, kissing his way down her neck. A flood of heat rushed through her. He put his hands on her hips, pulling her close, so she could feel how much he wanted her.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered huskily in her ear. He rocked gently. A hand slipped up her hip and higher to the side of her breast. She let out a tiny gasp.
“We can’t just leave,” she protested weakly.
He turned her and kissed her thoroughly, promising more. Her knees gave out, and she clutched his shirt. He broke the kiss and grinned down at her.
She said nothing, merely grabbed his hand and waved to her family and friends on her way out the door.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Ryan called to their friends and family.
“You go, girl!” Maggie hollered, to which Liz replied with a fist of solidarity.
Thanks for reading The Opposite of Wild. I hope you enjoyed it!
Daisy Does It All
the next book in the Clover Park Series is available now.
Exhausted single mom Daisy Garner is shocked when her blog about her perfect life with husband and baby brings a national talk show to her door. Amazing! Except she made the whole thing up. Enter Travis O'Hare, her fake husband, who's intent on becoming the real deal.
About the Author
Kylie Gilmore was lucky enough to discover romance novels at a young age as they were strewn all over the house (thanks, Mom!). She writes quirky, tender romance with a solid dose of humor. Her Clover Park series features the O’Hare brothers, three guys you’d definitely have a drink with and maybe a little more.
Kylie lives in New York with her family, two cats, and a nutso dog. When she’s not writing, wrangling kids, or dutifully taking notes at writing conferences, you can find her flexing her muscles all the way to the high cabinet for her secret chocolate stash.
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