Page 32 of Stitch's Mercy

I kissed Mercy’s hand. Avoidance of feelings was something she had in common with Micah. But if I could break through her walls, Destiny could break through Micah’s.

“What’s keeping them from being a real couple?” Mercy asked.

“Micah’s standing in his own way of happiness.”

“Yikes. I know what that’s like. Do you know if Destiny loves him? It takes a persistent and determined person to break through iron walls. I’m just talking from experience.”

“I’m not sure if she does.” I kissed Mercy’s engagement ring. “If she did, would she have left him for their first Christmas together?”

“That’s a hard question to answer. I don’t know Destiny well enough to guess what’s going on in her head.”

“Probably better not to make assumptions, anyway.”

“Probably not.”

When we pulled in front of Lady M’s and Ben’s farmhouse, it was suppertime and dark out. But as always, the house illuminated the property with thousands of lights.

“Looks like everyone is here.” Mercy peered at the vehicles parked near the barn.

“Yup. Looks like it. Are you ready?” I leaned over, cupped the back of her neck, and pulled her toward me. “Just need a taste before we go in.” I smashed my lips to hers.

Peace washed over me. It was like I needed a fix. A little piece of Mercy to sustain me until I got her home and could make love to her.

Knocking on Mercy’s window had us pulling apart and her yelping in fear.

“Get inside!” Hustler hollered. “Come on, lovebirds.” He waved us to follow as he trotted back to the house.

“He has horrible timing. I was about to suggest a quicky.” She stole a quick kiss and opened the door. “Now we’ll just have to wait until later.”

“Waiting isn’t the worst thing. Then we can take our time.”

“Excellent point. Let’s do this.”

Epilogue

Mercy

In labor, at the cabin, having a baby boy:

If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, that a Remotti Mafia series is a must in the future,

I agree with you!