Wife Me Bad Boy (27 page)

I knew I wouldn’t have to live in the house with the boys, they were practically men, but it would take a lot of one on one time with them. Eventually, once we got to know them, they might even move up to the mansion, but that was a ways off yet.

I looked at Grant after we left the house. We were going to go buy some new beds for the boys. It was one of the most urgent things they needed, as well as some clothes and school things they could buy themselves with Grant’s credit card.

“Thank you,” I said to Grant, as we got into his car. “This really means a lot to me.”

“You don’t mind that I did it without asking you first?”

I smiled and shook my head. “I love it,” I said, and I meant it.

I loved what he’d done, and I loved him.

Chapter 47

Lacey

T
HE WAY GRANT WAS LOOKING AT ME,
I knew something momentous was about to happen to me.

“We’ve got some important things to talk about,” Grant said.

“Do we?”

“Yes, so follow me.”

I followed him to his car and we headed toward the center of the city. There was an expensive restaurant overlooking the harbor that had always been one of my favorites. My father had taken me and Grant there for one of my birthdays a very long time ago, before any of the other brothers had arrived. They served classical French cuisine and the waiters wore black jackets and white shirts. It was quite overpriced, and for some reason, I had always loved it. I guess because of the memories it brought back.

“I’ve always loved this restaurant,” I said to Grant as we were seated at a table by the window.

“I know that, Lacey,” he said.

We took our seats and the waiter asked what we’d like to drink. Grant deferred to me.

“This is Lacey Eden,” he said to the waiter. “She’s one of the most important wine buyers in the city. Show her your best stuff.”

The waiter went back to the counter and brought me a worn, handwritten wine list that was obviously not used for most customers. On it were some of the fanciest and most expensive bottles of wine in the world. I was so curious about what Grant wanted to talk to me about that I probably didn’t give the wine list the attention it deserved. I chose a bottle of Merlot and when I looked for the price I saw that there was none printed.

“Right away, miss,” the waiter said, and I gave a little shudder as I wondered what the wine would cost.

Then I remembered, I couldn’t even drink it. I was pregnant, but I didn’t dare say anything.

I looked at Grant and the way he was looking at me. He had something on his mind. Something big.

“So,” I said. “I’m not sure what I just ordered.”

“I’m sure it will be excellent, like everything you do.”

I looked into his face. I know this is going to sound clichéd, and I know every woman in my position would say exactly the same thing, but he really was the most handsome man you ever could imagine. He was a real man, firm, as if built from steel and stone. I would trust him with my life.

“How’s your shoulder?” I asked.

“Better.”

“I still can’t believe Rob shot you.”

“Well, I’d have done the same thing in his position.”

“And what position was that?”

“Well, I was stealing you from him, and he knew it.”

“Excuse me?” I said, my cheeks flushing red.

“You heard me,” he said, and winked.

“Grant, what are you saying?”

But before I could force an explanation from him, he was off his seat and down on the ground on one knee. I felt a sudden pang of nervousness that caused my heart to flutter. I knew what this meant. I knew what was happening. And yet, it was all so sudden, so unexpected, that my mind was having a hard time keeping up with what my eyes were seeing.

Could this really be happening to me? To Lacey? The girl who never chose the right man? And could it be happening with Grant Lucas? The man who swore he’d never get married for as long as he lived?

Tears filled my eyes instantly. They blurred everything. My lip started to tremble. I looked down at Grant, through my teary eyes, and knew that everything I’d ever wanted was about to come true.

“Lacey,” he said.

All I could do was shake my head. He reached into his breast pocket and took out a small box. I struggled to hold back tears of pure joy. He opened it in front of me and I was so startled I could hardly breathe.

Inside the box was the ring I’d chosen from the jewelry store, the really expensive one I was going to make Rob buy. I remembered then that Rob had said someone else had already bought it. Had Grant had it all this time? Had he known all this time that he was going to make me his? Rob had said the ring had been purchased the very same day I’d looked at it. Had Grant known all of this was going to happen, even then? I couldn’t believe it.

I wanted to fall down onto him and hug him. I wanted to cry. But I kept my nerve and just looked into his eyes.

“Lacey,” he said again, “would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

That was it. I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I got down and put my arms around his neck. He held me close, put his lips on mine, and we had the strongest, most passionate, intense kiss you could ever imagine. It was heaven. I felt as if my heart was about to burst. The thing I’d been dreaming about, fantasizing about, since I was a girl of seventeen and my father brought him to my house, was finally coming true.

“Yes,” I said to him. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Of course I’ll be your wife.”

“Oh, thank God,” Grant said, and it surprised me to realize that he must have been just as nervous as I was. “Thank you God,” he said again.

We kissed some more, and then sheepishly looked around the restaurant at the other diners. Everyone there knew what they were witnessing, and when we looked up, they applauded spontaneously. Even the waiters and kitchen staff joined in.

Grant took the ring from the box and slipped it onto my finger. It was a perfect fit. I was dizzy from looking at it. The diamond was enormous. Just knowing how much he’d spent on it, and the fact that he’d bought it way back when I still thought I was going to be Rob’s bride, showed me how certain he was about his decision. It made me feel safe and secure. It meant that even if I hadn’t fully known what I’d wanted, and even though I gave him a hard time for intruding into my life and making decisions for me, he’d known, even then, that he was going to marry me. He was going to be my husband.

I looked across the table at my new fiancé.

“What the hell took you so long?” I asked, my eyes full of tears.

“I had to make sure you were ready to say yes, Lacey. You’re a very stubborn girl.”

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for you to wife me, Grant Lucas.”

“And I’ve been waiting my whole life to make you mine.”

Chapter 48

Lacey

L
UNCH SLIPPED BY IN A DAZE.
I didn’t even taste the expensive wine, but Grant didn’t notice. After the meal, Grant said that there was something else he had to show me. I couldn’t imagine what else there might be on top of what had already happened, and I followed him back to the car more concerned about my ring than anything else.

It looked so beautiful on my finger, like it had been made just for me. When I chose it originally, I’d thought I was marrying Rob, but now I knew it had always been meant for me and Grant.

“Are you really going to marry me?” I said when we got into the car.

He leaned across and gave me a long, passionate kiss.

“Yes, I am.”

“When will we get married?” I said.

He caressed my hand gently as he drove.

“Do you trust me?” he said.

“Of course I do.”

“All right. Then leave that to me.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but he refused to say anything else about it as we drove out of the city. We were headed back toward the valley and I started to think he was taking me home, but as we approached the valley, he turned up, into the mountains, rather than going down toward the river.

“Where are we going?” I said.

There was a hotel high in the mountains at a place overlooking the entire Socorro Valley. It was a beautiful spot and when he pulled into the lot, I wondered if he was going to take me to a hotel room to celebrate our engagement, but instead he just drove up to the door and stayed in the car.

“What’s going on?” I said.

I turned to look at the hotel and saw Faith and two valets from the hotel coming to greet me.

“Grant?” I said.

“Do you trust me?” he said.

“Of course, but what’s Faith doing here? What’s going on?”

Grant took my face gently in his strong hands and kissed me deeply and passionately.

“I’ll see you soon, Lacey,” he said. “You just follow Faith. She’ll explain everything.”

Faith opened the door and gave me a warm smile. “Come on, girl,” she said. “You’ve got a dress to try on.”

“What?” I said.

I looked from Faith to Grant. They both knew exactly what was going on, while I didn’t have a clue. I got out of the car and let Faith lead me through the lobby of the hotel. I turned back to the door in time to see Jackson, Sam, Forrester and Grady getting into Grant’s car, all of them wearing the most dashing tuxedoes I’d ever seen.

“Faith,” I said. “What the hell is going on?”

“Haven’t you figured it out yet, silly?”

“Figured out what?”

Faith just laughed. We got into the elevator and went to the top floor of the hotel, where the best suites were. Faith led me to the presidential suite and when I saw what was on the bed, I almost collapsed. Laid out, on a bed of light pink silk, was the most beautiful wedding dress I’d ever seen in my entire life.

“Oh my God, Faith, is that what I think it is?”

“Do you think it’s a custom Packham wedding gown, made just for you?”

“Are you freaking kidding me?”

Faith shook her head. “It’s yours, Lacey. And this is really happening, tonight, so we better start getting you ready.”

“What’s happening?”

“What do you think?”

There were so many tears falling down my cheeks I couldn’t speak.

“I’m getting married?” I cried.

“You’re getting married to the most amazing guy, Lacey. Grant’s planned everything. Right down to the tiniest detail.”

“How?”

“He knew what you wanted because, well, he knows everything about you. He’s been in love with you his entire life.”

“How did he have time to plan all this?”

“With a little help from his friends,” Faith said, smiling.

“Faith, tell me I’m not dreaming.”

Faith came over to me and cupped my face in her hands.

“You’re not dreaming, Lacey.”

Then she picked up the phone and told the front desk we were ready. A few minutes later the suite was filled with hair stylists, make up artists, and just about every other person a girl could possibly want to help her get ready for the wedding of her dreams. There was a woman there to give me a pedicure, and another to give me a manicure. I was getting the royal treatment, and yet it included none of the fancy cosmetic treatments Rob had expected of me. This time, I was allowed to be myself. The dress was a perfect fit. It gave me a beautiful figure, but I wasn’t expected to wear a crazy corset that made me look like someone I wasn’t. The makeup was perfect, and there weren’t any high-tech laser treatments to contend with.

Grant loved me for who I was. He didn’t want me to be someone else.

And the dress. The dress was just stunning. The bead work was so intricate and precise that I was astounded Grant had managed to get it for me. There was usually a waiting list of months for a dress like that. How had he managed it?

I looked at my engagement ring. He’d managed that too. I couldn’t believe it. He was magical. He was like my wildest dream, my deepest fantasy, coming through.

I was alone in front of the mirror in my dressing room. Faith was out taking care of a few final arrangements for our limo. Everyone else was packing up their things and leaving. I looked in the mirror. I looked like the most beautiful bride in the entire world. I was certain Grant was going to love me. How could I doubt it? He’d loved me so deeply, for so long, and I’d felt the same way about him.

I thought back to that first time I’d seen him. Or the first time I’d watched him from my bedroom window. Or the first time I’d discovered that I could pleasure myself, just by looking at him as he showered with the hose after a long day’s work. This was the completion of everything my life had been leading up to. It had always been the final destination of my life, of my heart. Ever since the day my father discovered Grant, and brought him into our home.

I said a silent prayer of thanks to my father, for finding Grant and bringing him to me.

Chapter 49

Lacey

A
FTER WE WERE BOTH DRESSED,
Faith and I rode in a limo to the highest overlook in the Socorro Mountains. From up there, we could see for miles and miles. The sun was an enormous orb in the sky, slowly sinking into the Pacific Ocean, setting the entire evening sky on fire. To the south, we could see deep into the valley, the place I’d grown up, where everything I knew and loved existed. I’d never been to this lookout before, but now that I was there, I knew it was the perfect place. It was exactly what I’d described to Grant when I’d told him what I wanted for my wedding. I marveled at the fact that he must have had this place in mind, even back then when we’d been in the flower market in the city, me innocently telling him about my dream.

How had he known that all this was going to happen? How had he been able to plan for all of this? I’d been so confused at the time. I thought I was going to marry Rob. Had Grant really known that all this was going to follow? He’d bought the engagement ring as soon as he saw it, even though Rob was supposed to be the one buying it. Had he known then? He must have. Or maybe it was all just fate, our destiny, and it was God who was making it happen. It made my heart pound in my chest just thinking about it.

Sometimes you think you know what you’re doing with your life, you think you know what you need, and what you want, and it can be extremely overwhelming to realize that someone else is holding your entire future in the palm of their hand. To learn that someone else loves you, and they know what’s best for you, and they’re working on making it happen, making your dreams happen, before you’ve even realized you have them, that’s what it’s like to realize you’re loved.