I thought my heart would stop when I saw Josie fall while she was waiting tables. Finding out it was a wasp that caused all the commotion didn’t help matters. I had a cousin die of anaphylactic shock when I was a kid. Instead of putting her hand in cold water and dabbing on aloe like old Mrs. Tennyson insisted, I panicked and scooped her up, then barked at my partner to watch the bar. We were halfway to the hospital, blowing through every stop sign in town, before I realized that's where I was headed.
Can’t say I’m proud of it, but I’ve learned a few things about myself in the last few hours. The most important one being I’m way more attached to Josie than I should be. I’m not an idiot. I’ve known for a year or two that I shouldn’t be looking at her as more than my best friend''s daughter, but it doesn’t seem to be something I can stop. Looking is bad, but I didn’t touch her. And I thought I could live with things the way they were. Be her friend, and her boss, and if my eyes strayed a moment too long, who was I hurting? Just myself.
Then she told the doctor I was her husband so I could stay with her.
I’m a bad, bad man because I like the way she blushes when I call her Wifey. Love it, in fact. I’m not sure what possessed the girl to make such a claim, but hell if I’m not gonna run with it. Now that I’ve touched her, it’s all I want to do.
*This story is set in the Blackwell universe but can be read as a standalone novel. It is a safe read, meaning there is no cheating, no sharing, no cliffhanger, and no other man/woman drama. It comes with a sticky-sweet guaranteed happily ever after. *
Can’t say I’m proud of it, but I’ve learned a few things about myself in the last few hours. The most important one being I’m way more attached to Josie than I should be. I’m not an idiot. I’ve known for a year or two that I shouldn’t be looking at her as more than my best friend''s daughter, but it doesn’t seem to be something I can stop. Looking is bad, but I didn’t touch her. And I thought I could live with things the way they were. Be her friend, and her boss, and if my eyes strayed a moment too long, who was I hurting? Just myself.
Then she told the doctor I was her husband so I could stay with her.
I’m a bad, bad man because I like the way she blushes when I call her Wifey. Love it, in fact. I’m not sure what possessed the girl to make such a claim, but hell if I’m not gonna run with it. Now that I’ve touched her, it’s all I want to do.
*This story is set in the Blackwell universe but can be read as a standalone novel. It is a safe read, meaning there is no cheating, no sharing, no cliffhanger, and no other man/woman drama. It comes with a sticky-sweet guaranteed happily ever after. *
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