A Kiss For You Read Online Rachel Van Dyken, Staci Hart, T.M. Frazier, K.A. Linde

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: , ,
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Total pages in book: 436
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
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“Jensen! I’m surprised to see you here,” she said. “I thought Vanessa said that you couldn’t see Colton for right now.”

“Change of plans. Just got it approved by the judge that I have full access back.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful.” Jennifer smiled at Emery. “And you must be Emery.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Emery said, holding out her hand.

“Let me go check on Colt for you two.”

I turned to Emery. “Can you stay here for a minute. I want to talk to him first.”

“Of course,” she agreed.

“Colton, your dad is here!” Nanny Jennifer called.

I walked into the suite just as Colton came running. “Daddy!”

He launched himself into my arms, and I hugged him tighter than I’d ever squeezed him before. My son. Mine! No one could ever take him away again.

“Hey, champ,” I said. I set him back down. “Remember how I told you that I wanted you to meet a friend of mine?”

“Yes. A girrrl,” Colton singsonged.

I laughed. “Yes. A girl. She’s my girlfriend, and her name is Emery.”

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Yep, and I want you to meet her. I think you’ll like her. Are you ready?”

Colton looked down at himself and gave me a thumbs up.

God, I loved him.

I took his hand, and we walked together to the front of the suite where Emery was waiting.

“All right, champ, this is my girlfriend, Emery,” I said to Colton.

Colton stood very still and smiled up at Emery with the brilliance that only a child could have.

Then, I looked up in Emery’s big green eyes. “Emery, this is my son.”

“You’re very pretty,” he said with a Wright grin.

Emery laughed. “Why, thank you. It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Dad said that you were going to be my new friend.”

“I would like that very much.”

“Are you going to come visit me at home?”

Emery smiled and looked up at me with a question in her eyes.

“Yes,” I answered for her. “She will most definitely be visiting you in New York. I’m going to bring her as often as I come to visit.”

“I’d like that,” Emery said as much to me as to Colton. “I’d like to spend all my time in your lives.”

We moved back into the living space and took a seat. I picked Colton up and planted him on my knee. Emery sat next to me, and I wrapped my other arm around her.

This was our life. It wasn’t perfect. It was far from easy. But it was ours. And I loved them both more than words for being a part of it.

Epilogue

Emery

Eight Months Later

“Heidi, have you seen my black pumps?” I called into the living room.

“Which ones?”

“The closed-toe ones. Roundish.”

She appeared in my bedroom a minute later, holding a pair of shoes in her hand. Curse of living with someone who could pretty much wear all the same sizes as me. Except jeans, because she was a giant compared to me.

“Gimme those.”

I put them on my feet and looked in the mirror at the knee-length black skirt and black top I was wearing with the heels. “How do I look?”

“I’d fuck you,” she said with a laugh.

“Oh God, I hope all the high school boys aren’t going to think that.”

“Um…hell yes, they are.”

At that moment, a knock came from the front door, and I groaned, trying not to think about high school boys wanting to fuck me. I’d had enough torture for one lifetime on that front. Before I even reached the front door, Jensen popped open the door with his key to the place.

“Hey, babe,” he said, giving me a kiss. “Are you really wearing that on your first day?”

“Why? Do I look like shit?” I asked, concerned.

“No, you look hot as fuck. Every kid in the place is going to want to bang their teacher.”

I groaned. “Ew. Should I go for flats?”

“Only if you change into the heels for me later.” He winked.

I plucked the shoes off my feet and shoved them into his hands. Then, I dashed back into my bedroom and slipped on a sensible pair of black flats. I grabbed the official-looking teacher bag that Jensen had gotten for me as a congratulations for landing my first high school teaching job.

I’d spent all last semester substitute teaching to build up hours for the certification that I needed to be able to be in the classroom. Then, I’d applied to what felt like a million jobs all over Lubbock, and somehow, against all odds, I had gotten a job teaching European history at my old high school. My life could not be more ironic.

“Come on, before you’re late to class,” Jensen joked, smacking my ass on the way out the door.

“See you later, Heidi!” I called.

“Have a good first day at school, darling!” she yelled back.

Jensen had the truck, which calmed my nerves. I couldn’t imagine driving the Mercedes or the flashier sports car he had recently purchased to Lubbock High School. Sure, there was some oil money at the school…and there had always been the Wright family, but I wasn’t part of that elite inner circle—or, at least, I kept telling myself that.


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