Page 122 of Forever Golden
“Looks like you broke her heart.” I point toward the one who tried sinking her claws into him a moment ago.
West glances that way, then leans in because the music’s incredibly loud.
“She’ll get over it. Besides, she knows she doesn’t have a chance, seeing as how I told her we recently married in secret.” When he smirks, I shove his arm a little.
“Great. Now, we can expect that little gem to be plastered all over social media by midnight.”
He shrugs. “Good, it’ll give people something to say about us that doesn’t involve my father.”
I eye him for a second. “You might be on to something.”
He hits me with that killer smile again.
“Seriously, though. Don’t get any ideas. I’d never evenconsidereloping. We’ve been through hell, so the moment you pop the question, I want the entireworldto know.”
He eyes me in a way that makes my stomach feel all knotted, then his smile widens. “Noted.”
“And we can’t forget Aunt Sheryl’s request. She’s calling for a big wedding at Landry Manor, remember?”
West laughs now. “Right. Can’t forget about that.” His eyes flit toward my lips before meeting my gaze again. “You really want that? The big wedding? My crazy family? The media up our asses every day?”
The laugh he lets out is sort of dark.
That part’s been rough on him and his brothers. It was bad enough being stalked by Pandora’s loyal subjects, but now it’s thebig boyskeeping tabs on his family’s every move. Everyone’s interested in seeing what will come of the sons of the now infamous Vin Golden.
Still, even with all that going on, I’m almost shocked he needs to ask at this point.
“West, with you, I want it all. That’llneverchange.”
His lips crash down on mine and who cares that we have an audience. Hell, we’ve had one our entire relationship—through the good, the bad.
Certainly the dirty.
His fingers warm the side of my neck when he touches me there, bringing me closer. Having him back still feels like a dream. Pretending not to love him broke me. Fearing I might lose him killed me.
But this—touching him, kissing him, loving him out in the open—this is where I belong.
“Need to get that?” I ask against his lips. His phone’s vibrated in his pocket about five times now.
West pulls away to check whatever messages have come through.
“Shit. He’s serious.”
My interest piques. “What is it?”
“Fucking Ricky,” he sighs. “He wants me to meet him at the gun range in the morning. He mentioned it a few days ago, something about how he’s‘not coming to save my ass again’.He hasn’t let up since.”
He’s staring at his phone, but I can’t stop smiling. He does a double-take when meeting my gaze.
“What?”
“Not sure if you’ve realized this or not, but you two are falling into a pattern. One of you texts the other at least twice a week.”
He shoots me a look, like I’ve lost my mind or something. “You’re exaggerating.”
“Okay, but why can’t you just admit it?” I ask with a shrug. “You like him.”
There goes that look again.