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"Did you find a dress for Jack and Abby's wedding?"
"Yes. It's in alterations. I'll pick it up next week." I unscrewed the cap on the water bottle. "Did
Kelly talk to you about Mattie?"
"Yeah. He and Bee are going to take him to Disneyland while Jack and Abby are on their
honeymoon. I told them we might like to tag along. I've never been to Disneyland," he admitted.
"What? Oh my God! We are so going with them. You. Me. The Matterhorn? It's a date!" Finn's
laughter filled me with a giddy sort of warmth. Even all these months later, the passion I felt for him
had yet to fade. "Did you and Daddy have a good game?"
Ever since the surgery, Finn had been welcomed into my family with open arms. On Sundays,
he came to Mass and lunch and then played a round of golf with my father. Sometimes my brothers
tagged along if they were free. Oddly enough, Finn and Dom had become pretty good friends. He had
the closest bond with Tres, though. Their shared experiences in the Corps had ensured that.
"He whipped my ass like he always does."
I sipped the water. That didn't surprise me at all.
"Hey, beautiful, can you come help me with something?"
"Sure." I left my shopping bags and the water in the kitchen and made my way to the studio
space we now shared. When I entered the room, I instantly noticed that Finn had tidied up our space.
He wasn't wearing his usual drawing clothes either. He had slipped into the sky blue button-down and
khaki chinos I had bought him a few weeks ago. "Are we going out for dinner?"
"I thought you would want to after& " Finn's low, rumbling voice trailed off as he shifted
nervously.
"After what?"
Finn crossed the distance between us and grasped my hand. He led me over to the magnetic
strips we used to piece together the pages for our books. At first, I didn't notice anything different, but
then I did a double-take. The drawings hung on the wall weren't the finals for our book. They were
new art I had never seen.
Still holding his hand, I moved closer and gasped. "This is it's us!"
Finn enveloped me from behind and rested his chin atop my head. "It's the story of us."
"You drew this?"
"I did."
Reaching up to hold onto his muscular arms, I let my gaze travel from my page to page. My
belly fluttered with excitement. He had started with that evening we had met at the arts center. His
style of art had a heavy Japanese influence and his punchy dialog always impressed me. He had
chosen to draw fifteen moments from our nearly year-long courtship. Some of them made me laugh,
but a few made me tear up. I dabbed at my cheek and caught the tears dripping down my face.
"There's one more page, but I need your help finishing it." Finn unwound his arms and led me
over to the drafting table we had installed for him. Taped to the center of the white board was a page
with four panels. In the first, I was staring at the drawing in front of me just as I was now in real
life.
In the second panel, Finn was reaching into his pocket. I read the caption in the bubble over his
head. Don't screw this up. It has to be perfect for her.
My heart flip-flopped in my chest. In the back of my mind, I hoped my pacemaker wasn't about
to zap me.
My gaze slid to the third panel. In the drawing, Finn stood behind me and held out a box. On
shaky legs, I slowly turned to face him and found the love of my life gazing down at me with utter
adoration. His fingers trembled as he opened the ring box and presented me with the most
breathtaking Art Deco style engagement ring I had ever seen. The Asscher cut diamond glinted and
winked at me.
"Hadley?"
"Yes, Finn?" I breathlessly waited for him to ask me.
"Will you marry me? Will you let me take care of you?"
"Forever?" I asked, my voice quavering with emotion.
"And ever," he added, taking the ring from the box and reaching for my hand. He slid it onto my
finger so reverently and then lifted my hand to his lips. Eyes closed, he pressed his lips to my skin.
Holding his hand, I turned back to the drawing on his desk. The final panel showed me gazing
up at him. There was a dialog bubble over my head, but it was empty. Picking up a black marker with
a steady hand, I printed my answer in the bubble.
YES!
Author's Note
Thank you so much for reading Finn and Hadley's story. I hope you've enjoyed the Fighting
Connollys series. It's a bit different from my Her Russian Protector and Debt Collection series. The
Connolly brothers are good guys, through and through, and real heroes. I think that's why their ladies
swoon for them!
About the Author
I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. When I m not chasing after my wild
preschooler, I like to write super sexy romances and scorching hot erotica. I live in Texas with a
husband who could easily snag a job as an extra on the History Channel s new Viking series and a
sweet but rowdy four-year-old.
I also have another dirty-book writing alter ego, Lolita Lopez, who writes deliciously steamy
scifi and paranormal erotic romance tales for Ellora s Cave, Forever Yours/Grand Central,
Mischief/Harper Collins UK, Siren Publishing and Cleis Press.
You can find me online at www.roxierivera.com.
Backlist
Her Russian Protector Series
Ivan (Her Russian Protector #1)
Dimitri (Her Russian Protector #2)
Yuri (Her Russian Protector #3)
A Very Russian Christmas (Her Russian Protector #3.5)
Nikolai (Her Russian Protector #4)
Sergei (Her Russian Protector #5)
Sergei, Volume 2 (Her Russian Protector #5.5) Coming May 2014
Nikolai, Volume 2 (Her Russian Protector #6) Coming May 2014
Kostya (Her Russian Protector #7) Coming Summer 2014 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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"Did you find a dress for Jack and Abby's wedding?"
"Yes. It's in alterations. I'll pick it up next week." I unscrewed the cap on the water bottle. "Did
Kelly talk to you about Mattie?"
"Yeah. He and Bee are going to take him to Disneyland while Jack and Abby are on their
honeymoon. I told them we might like to tag along. I've never been to Disneyland," he admitted.
"What? Oh my God! We are so going with them. You. Me. The Matterhorn? It's a date!" Finn's
laughter filled me with a giddy sort of warmth. Even all these months later, the passion I felt for him
had yet to fade. "Did you and Daddy have a good game?"
Ever since the surgery, Finn had been welcomed into my family with open arms. On Sundays,
he came to Mass and lunch and then played a round of golf with my father. Sometimes my brothers
tagged along if they were free. Oddly enough, Finn and Dom had become pretty good friends. He had
the closest bond with Tres, though. Their shared experiences in the Corps had ensured that.
"He whipped my ass like he always does."
I sipped the water. That didn't surprise me at all.
"Hey, beautiful, can you come help me with something?"
"Sure." I left my shopping bags and the water in the kitchen and made my way to the studio
space we now shared. When I entered the room, I instantly noticed that Finn had tidied up our space.
He wasn't wearing his usual drawing clothes either. He had slipped into the sky blue button-down and
khaki chinos I had bought him a few weeks ago. "Are we going out for dinner?"
"I thought you would want to after& " Finn's low, rumbling voice trailed off as he shifted
nervously.
"After what?"
Finn crossed the distance between us and grasped my hand. He led me over to the magnetic
strips we used to piece together the pages for our books. At first, I didn't notice anything different, but
then I did a double-take. The drawings hung on the wall weren't the finals for our book. They were
new art I had never seen.
Still holding his hand, I moved closer and gasped. "This is it's us!"
Finn enveloped me from behind and rested his chin atop my head. "It's the story of us."
"You drew this?"
"I did."
Reaching up to hold onto his muscular arms, I let my gaze travel from my page to page. My
belly fluttered with excitement. He had started with that evening we had met at the arts center. His
style of art had a heavy Japanese influence and his punchy dialog always impressed me. He had
chosen to draw fifteen moments from our nearly year-long courtship. Some of them made me laugh,
but a few made me tear up. I dabbed at my cheek and caught the tears dripping down my face.
"There's one more page, but I need your help finishing it." Finn unwound his arms and led me
over to the drafting table we had installed for him. Taped to the center of the white board was a page
with four panels. In the first, I was staring at the drawing in front of me just as I was now in real
life.
In the second panel, Finn was reaching into his pocket. I read the caption in the bubble over his
head. Don't screw this up. It has to be perfect for her.
My heart flip-flopped in my chest. In the back of my mind, I hoped my pacemaker wasn't about
to zap me.
My gaze slid to the third panel. In the drawing, Finn stood behind me and held out a box. On
shaky legs, I slowly turned to face him and found the love of my life gazing down at me with utter
adoration. His fingers trembled as he opened the ring box and presented me with the most
breathtaking Art Deco style engagement ring I had ever seen. The Asscher cut diamond glinted and
winked at me.
"Hadley?"
"Yes, Finn?" I breathlessly waited for him to ask me.
"Will you marry me? Will you let me take care of you?"
"Forever?" I asked, my voice quavering with emotion.
"And ever," he added, taking the ring from the box and reaching for my hand. He slid it onto my
finger so reverently and then lifted my hand to his lips. Eyes closed, he pressed his lips to my skin.
Holding his hand, I turned back to the drawing on his desk. The final panel showed me gazing
up at him. There was a dialog bubble over my head, but it was empty. Picking up a black marker with
a steady hand, I printed my answer in the bubble.
YES!
Author's Note
Thank you so much for reading Finn and Hadley's story. I hope you've enjoyed the Fighting
Connollys series. It's a bit different from my Her Russian Protector and Debt Collection series. The
Connolly brothers are good guys, through and through, and real heroes. I think that's why their ladies
swoon for them!
About the Author
I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. When I m not chasing after my wild
preschooler, I like to write super sexy romances and scorching hot erotica. I live in Texas with a
husband who could easily snag a job as an extra on the History Channel s new Viking series and a
sweet but rowdy four-year-old.
I also have another dirty-book writing alter ego, Lolita Lopez, who writes deliciously steamy
scifi and paranormal erotic romance tales for Ellora s Cave, Forever Yours/Grand Central,
Mischief/Harper Collins UK, Siren Publishing and Cleis Press.
You can find me online at www.roxierivera.com.
Backlist
Her Russian Protector Series
Ivan (Her Russian Protector #1)
Dimitri (Her Russian Protector #2)
Yuri (Her Russian Protector #3)
A Very Russian Christmas (Her Russian Protector #3.5)
Nikolai (Her Russian Protector #4)
Sergei (Her Russian Protector #5)
Sergei, Volume 2 (Her Russian Protector #5.5) Coming May 2014
Nikolai, Volume 2 (Her Russian Protector #6) Coming May 2014
Kostya (Her Russian Protector #7) Coming Summer 2014 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]