Killian: A West Bend Saints Romance Read online

  “No! No wash hands!” Olivia protests as she disappears around the corner with Autumn.

  “If you don’t wash your hands, then you can’t eat lunch.”

  I listen to their chatter as I grab food for lunch. It makes me happy hearing them, the noise of their laughter echoing through the house. I never thought I could be still, and yet, now that I am, I can’t imagine things being any different than the way they are now.

  Except better. There’s only one thing that would make things better, and that’s why all of our friends and family are coming to dinner tonight.

  I take the box from my pocket, and pop it open again, just to see the ring. I never thought I’d be asking this question of anyone, and I feel like the luckiest man on earth, getting to ask it of Autumn.

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  Autumn

  “Is this super lame?” I whirl around so I can see June’s reaction. She’s holding Callie in her arms, bouncing her because she’s fussy from teething, while Cade and Luke keep an eye on Stan and Olivia, who are most likely in the middle of trashing the playroom.

  “The dress?” she asks. “No, I love it. That’s not new, is it?”

  “No, not the dress,” I say. “The box. This.” I hold out the gift bag, pink and blue patterned, the only thing the drug store two towns over had in stock that wasn’t plastered with “happy birthday” wishes all over it. I had to drive thirty minutes to make sure I didn’t let on about this secret before I told Luke.

  June looks at me and then at the bag. “It’s… oh. Oh!” she says. “You’re pregnant!” She wraps her arm around me, hugging me, the baby between us. “Is that for Luke?”

  “Yeah,” I tell her. “It’s not going to be completely lame, is it?”

  “Are you kidding?” she asks. “He’s going to be over the moon. He’ll love it, whatever is in the bag.”

  “I’m nervous about this,” I tell her. The butterflies in the pit of my stomach aren’t going away anytime soon. I haven’t exactly had the best of luck with pregnancy announcements, after all.

  “It’s going to be great,” she says. “I’m so thrilled for you.”

  “I never thought it would end up this way,” I tell her. “It’s more than I hoped for.”

  June smiles. “Everything works out in the end,” she says. “Even if it takes some time.”

  “Is that how it was for you and Cade?” I ask.

  She laughs. “Honey, our road was definitely a winding one.”

  I check my hair quickly in the mirror, tucking a loose strand behind my ear, and take a deep breath. “Cade is a good man.”

  “So is Luke,” she notes. “We’re both lucky.”

  “Cade still has friends in his motorcycle club,” I say, choosing my words carefully. I don’t know what happened, or how Cade is connected to it, but the rumor is that a biker club from California took out Jed Easton after he made it to prison.

  “He does, indeed,” June says. “And if a motorcycle club saw fit to be involved with that terrible prison murder, well then, I’d probably guess that Sheriff Easton had done something so wrong that he deserved it.”

  “He was a bad man,” I agree. In two years, June hasn’t told me much about her past. But I guess we all have secrets that are sometimes better left alone, and that’s okay. “Hey, we should go down there now and at least make sure the children haven’t completely destroyed the house.”

  At dinner, we sit around the farmhouse table in the middle of the kitchen – totally renovated and completely gourmet now, a positive side effect of the fire, I suppose. It’s Luke’s domain – and I’ve gained ten pounds from being the test subject of all of his dishes. He’s cooking for June’s bed and breakfast now and has been inundated with so many catering requests that he can’t keep up with them. He’s looking into opening a restaurant in town in the next few months, and I know that with his cooking skills, it’s sure to be wildly successful.

  I look around at the people sitting around the table talking and laughing over cider and wine and beer and passing platefuls of food from one person to another. Everyone who means something to us is here – Elias and River, Silas and Tempest, Cade and June. Even Killian is here, off the oil rig and back in West Bend. He’s seeing a girl, I think, or at least that’s what Luke says, but he hasn’t mentioned anything to me yet. Killian is the quiet type – kind of brooding, but a good guy. He doesn’t like to admit that he has a soft side, but it’s obvious to me that Olivia and Stan already have him wrapped around their little fingers.

  Luke stands, tapping his fork against his wine glass. “I didn’t just bring you here for dinner,” he says. “I’m afraid I had an ulterior motive. I have an announcement to make.”

  I clear my throat, reaching down into my purse for my gift bag and standing. “I actually have an announcement, too.”

  Silas laughs. “You both should do them at the same time,” he says.

  “Let Autumn go first,” June says. “She has a big announcement.”

  “Same time, same time,” Elias chants.

  I grin at Luke from across the table. “Same time?” I ask, keeping the bag behind my back. “I’ll show you yours if you show me mine.”

  Luke sighs in mock exasperation, but he can’t hide his smile. “Fine,” he says. “Even though I had a whole speech prepared.”

  I hold the bag in front of me, watching as Luke brings a small box from behind his back and opens it. And then I start crying, full-on sobbing, tears streaming down my cheeks.

  “Mommy! Mommy!” Olivia yells, trying to get out of her booster seat.

  “Happy tears, Olivia,” I say, wiping my cheeks. “I’m crying because I’m happy.”

  “What’s in the package?” Elias asks, and River slaps him playfully on the arm.

  “Hush, Elias,” she says. “She’s having a moment.”

  Luke walks around the table to stand in front of me, and I set the bag on the table, wiping the tears from my cheeks. Taking my hands in his, he kneels down, as everyone at the table collectively utters a huge “awwwww”. Except for Olivia and Stan, who are blowing raspberries at each other and then laughing hysterically.

  “Autumn Mayburn,” he says, and the formality makes me giggle because it’s so not Luke. Now I just look like I’m losing my mind as I try to stifle nervous laughter, the rims of my eyes red from crying. “I’ve never wanted to be tied down. The best I’d hoped for in my life was to keep moving, keep going, with no ties to anyone and no responsibilities. Then I met you – and you’re the most stubborn, smartmouthed woman I’ve ever met.”

  “Is this supposed to be a proposal?” I ask, laughing. “This is starting to sound like a list of my flaws.”

  “Hush, woman,” he says. “Those are the reasons I love you. I love you and I love Olivia and I love this life we have.”

  “I love love,” Silas mocks him, snickering, and from the corner of my eye, I see Killian slug him in the arm.

  “So, I’m asking if you and Olivia will have me.”

  “Of course,” I say, and he stands to slip the ring on my finger. He slides his arm around my waist and kisses me full on the lips, and everything in the world stands still for a moment. He only pulls away when Elias groans.

  “Get a room, you two,” Elias says, feigning disgust.

  “I can’t answer for Olivia, though,” I say. “Would you like Luke to stay with us?”

  “I got ice cream for dessert,” Luke says.

  “Ice cream!” she yells.

  “I think that’s a yes in toddler terms, right?” he asks.

  “I think that’s a yes.”

  “What was your big news?” he asks. “Am I supposed to open the bag?”

  I nod, suddenly mute, as he pulls out the t-shirt for Olivia, with Big Sister emblazoned across the front in pink script. “It’s for Olivia,” I say.

  “You’re –” Luke looks at me, his eyes wide.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?” He picks me up, and whirls me around in his arms,