Tell that to my ovaries.I think I did last night when I hugged Casey. He winks at me. I playfully shove his chest. It made me think. That's all. I slide my hand down his stomach and, in a small voice, say, I think you'd be a great dad. He smiles, pressing his lips to mine. And you'll be a great mom. When you figure out how to be an adult. I hit him again. Much harder this time. He laughs, stepping back and moving to the coffee machine. Stop getting your panties in a twist over every little detail, okay, babe? Take everything one step at a time and let me help you. Instead of freaking out in your office alone, call me. What if you don't answer? He shrugs, hitting the button on the machine. Leave me ranty messages and I'll come with cupcakes, he says over the gurgling of the coffee spitting into his mug. And just like that, he makes me forget why I was ever worried about marrying him, I tease. He simply looks over his shoulder, smirks, and throws me a second wink. And an idea flies through my head. A crazy, stupid, ridiculous idea. The moment the coffee machine stops, the kitchen fills with silence. One that makes my idea buzz loudly. Drake. Mhmm? He turns around, still stirring sugar and cream into his coffee. What if we did it? Got married. Eloped but kinda didn't. You're confusing me now, sweetheart. I'm confusing myself. But still... We're registered, right? We both have each others rings in the safe in the closet. Why don't we just...do it? He stills, but his blue eyes swing from his mug to meet my brown gaze. Are you suggesting we blow off the ceremony, grab our rings, and go see Father Luiz right now?
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
Drake seriously is perfect for Noelle, he knows how to handle her, “sweetheart, I'm exhausted from being up all night treating you nicely.” Noelle doesn't take to kindly to being startled awake by her man, “don't stand there and try to seduce me with your bul***** because I turned my gun on you.” I really loved that with each book in this series Drake just knows not to ask questions, “you did— you're whe— I'm on my way.” This was a bittersweet ending, seven books we've been with Drake and Noelle and the Bond family for what seems like forever, I'm not gonna lie I shed a tear or two, but I'm thinking that Noelle being so pushy and all Emma might bring her back for a novella or I'm hoping so, so we can get an update.