by Deanna Chase
Yvette narrowed her eyes at him. “Come on. She’s one. Besides, I doubt she cares one bit if I’m in your bed.”
“She cares if you’re not there in the morning. You should’ve heard her screaming this morning.” He shook his head as if he was still trying to clear the noise. “Full-on temper tantrum because her Vette wasn’t there to feed her bananas.”
“Did you feed her bananas?” Yvette asked.
“No.” He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close. “We ran out.”
“Then there you go. She loves bananas best, and it’s probably better if you just make sure you keep a good stock.”
He rolled his eyes. “You sure know how to ruin a man’s game.”
“Game?” she laughed. “The only game you have these days, Dad, is the one where you toss dirty diapers into the correct receptacle.”
Jacob threw his head back and laughed. “You know, I’d get upset about that, but it’s true.”
She shrugged one shoulder. “It’s okay. I still think you’re hot.”
His eyes smoldered as he gazed down at her. “You do huh?”
Yvette nodded. “Definitely.”
He tightened his grip on her waist and asked, “Would you say I’m hot enough to marry?”
She stiffened slightly at his words then blinked. “What did you just say?”
His lips curved up into a nervous smile as he pulled away from her and bent down on one knee.
Yvette sucked in a sharp breath. “This isn’t what I think it is, is it? You’re not really—”
Jacob pulled out a blue velvet box and opened it, revealing a very large, very shiny, solitaire diamond ring.
“Oh, my goddess,” Yvette breathed with her heart racing a million miles an hour. She pressed her right hand to her chest while he took the left and slid the ring onto her ring finger. “You really are doing this.”
“I am,” he said softly, staring up at her with hope and possibility shining in his gorgeous eyes. “Yvette Townsend, will you marry me?”
Her throat ached, and her eyes burned, but for once she didn’t try to hold back the tears. She stared at the ring then at Jacob. When her gaze landed on his, she saw the one and only man who made her heart and soul soar.
“Um, Yvette? An answer would be good here,” he said, tightening his grip on her fingers.
She laughed through her tears and said, “Yes, Jacob Burton. I will so marry you. Anywhere, anytime. All I need is you and Skye.”
He stood, still holding on to her hands and said, “Don’t think you’re getting out of the big wedding. We’re going to have the party to end all parties.”
She groaned. “Seriously?”
Jacob shrugged. “That’s debatable. Just as long as our friends and family are there.”
This time she chuckled. “That would include the entire town.”
“Exactly.” He cupped both of her cheeks with both hands and stared into her eyes. “I love you, Yvette.”
“I know,” she said, smiling at him as her insides turned to complete mush. What had she ever done to deserve this man? She didn’t know, but now that she had him, she was never letting him go. “I love you, too.”
“Thank the gods,” he said almost to himself. Then he wrapped her in his arms. “Remember what I said about Skye wanting you in my bed every night and morning?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“I also have it on good authority that she’d like a little brother or sister. What do you think?”
Butterflies fluttered in Yvette’s stomach as she gazed up at him and said, “I think we should start working on that tonight. What do you say?”
“I think that can be arranged,” he said as if he hadn’t just been looking at her like a wolf ready to eat his prey. “But first, we have to deliver some news.” He walked over to the door and opened it. “After you, my love.”
Yvette glanced down at the gorgeous ring sparkling on her finger and grinned. Her first try at marriage had ended spectacularly bad, but this time? This time she knew it was forever. She could feel it right down to her toes. She’d met her match in Jacob Burton, and he’d met his in her. She slipped her hand into his and said, “Ms. Betty’s going to be really upset.”
He nodded solemnly. “You know, you’re probably right. Should I take my ring back and ask her instead?”
“Nah, you don’t want to marry her. She’s not nearly as talented as I am in the bedroom.”
Both of Jacob’s eyebrows shot up. “And you’d know this how?”
Yvette gave him an innocent smile. “I read her autobiography.”
“She wrote an autobiography?” he asked. “You’re joking, right?”
“Nope, not joking. And she’s dedicated it to you. I left it on your night stand for some bedtime reading. She says there’ll be a quiz later,” Yvette added as she tugged him down the stairs to where their friends and family were celebrating Faith’s spa opening.
“Now I know you’re full of crap,” he said with a laugh.
“Am I?” Yvette waved at the woman in question who was already making a beeline for them and tried not to laugh. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
“Why did I move to Keating Hollow?” he muttered under his breath.
“That’s an easy one,” she said as she gazed up at him. “It’s because this place is magical.”
His gaze locked with hers, and Yvette felt like they were the only two people in the room. Finally, Jacob said, “You’re right. It is magical, and so are you. Now kiss me before Ms. Betty gets here.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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Deanna’s Book List
Pyper Rayne Novels:
Spirits, Stilettos, and a Silver Bustier
Spirits, Rock Stars, and a Midnight Chocolate Bar
Spirits, Beignets, and a Bayou Biker Gang
Spirits, Diamonds, and a Drive-thru Daiquiri Stand
Jade Calhoun Novels:
Haunted on Bourbon Street
Witches of Bourbon Street
Demons of Bourbon Street
Angels of Bourbon Street
Shadows of Bourbon Street
Incubus of Bourbon Street
Bewitched on Bourbon Street
Hexed on Bourbon Street
Witches of Keating Hollow:
Soul of the Witch
Heart of the Witch
Spirit of the Witch
Dreams of the Witch
Last Witch Standing:
Soulless at Sunset
Bloodlust By Midnight
Bitten At Daybreak
Witch Island Brides:
The Vampire’s Last Dance
The Wolf’s New Year Bride
The Warlock’s Enchanted Kiss
Crescent City Fae Novels:
Influential Magic
Irresistible Magic
Intoxicating Magic
Destiny Novels:
Defining Destiny
Accepting Fate
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Deanna Chase, is a native Californian, transplanted to the slower paced lifestyle of southeastern Louisiana. When she isn't writing, she is often goofing off with her husband in New Orleans or playing with her two shih tzu dogs. For more information and updates on newest releases visit her website at deannachase.com.
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