Lahat ng Kabanata ng Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Kabanata 1191 - Kabanata 1200

A truck. She quelled the disappointment it wasn’t a BMW. Her pulse leapt when she realized it was Cord’s truck.AJ had come looking for her.But all four doors of the quad cab opened. Colby emerged first. Followed by Colt. Cord and Cam came around the front end of the truck. Carter was the last one out.Keely gaped at her brothers. All five of her brothers.“You’re a hard woman to find,” Cord said.Her gaze moved from face to face. She expected Cam would chew her out for taking off alone. Colby would comment she needed a babysitter. Colt would threaten to whup her butt. They did none of that. She finally looked at Carter, who’d stepped forward. “Hey, little sis. Looks like you need a friend or five.”The tears she’d kept at bay streamed down her cheeks. Keely ran straight into Carter’s open arms. He caught her and squeezed. “It’s okay. We’re here for you.”“I can’t believe you guys came.” She sniffed when Cam grabbed her from Carter and hugged her tightly.“I can’t believe you thought

“Nice try, missy, but park it. You’re not going anywhere.” India jammed more pearl-coated bobby pins in her hair.“Ouch!”“Oh, don’t be such a baby. You didn’t whine this much when I tattooed you.”“Stop gnawing on your lip too, or you’ll smudge your gloss,” Domini added as she shifted Markus on her hip, directing his grabbing hands away from the veil.Just wait until the minister pronounced them husband and wife. Keely planned to smear the carefully applied gloss all over Jack’s lips. Then she’d rip off the ridiculous headpiece and stomp on it with the equally ridiculous pointy-toed satin shoes.Temper temper.Love aside, why did people go through this rigmarole? No wonder couples eloped. She and Jack could’ve skipped this part and gotten straight to the good stuff: the island honeymoon.She blew out a frustrated breath, twisting away from the array of beauty products, which ensured she didn’t look one bit like herself on the biggest day of her life. Would Jack even recognize her?A

When Ginger Paulson’s horoscope hinted she’d take an unexpected trip, she hadn’t anticipated tripping down a flight of stairs.The wool scarf muffled her shriek as she became airborne. Everything happened in slow motion, yet lightning fast. She twisted her body, colliding with the ground in a bone-jarring thump. Her left shin smacked into the cement step. Heat bloomed as that section of her skin ruptured. Her right leg collapsed; her knee went one direction, her ankle the other. Burning pain shot through her as the cartilage in her right shoulder popped. Screaming in agony wasn’t an option—the impact had knocked every bit of air from her lungs.Can’t breathe, can’t breathe, oh God, I’m dying.Dots swam in front of her eyes. First black, then white, then gray, then nothing.No sight. No sound. No feeling.Was she dead?Immediately her pain receptors came back online, kicked into overdrive and she gasped in lungfuls of air.Oh shit. Oh holy mother of God every inch of her body hurt.Tim

She blushed and looked away.Interesting.“I’ll cook something when I get there. No pizza. ’Cause I know you’ve got a milk allergy, that’s why.See you soon.” Kane snapped the phone shut and wandered to Ginger’s bedside.“Thank you. I’m sorry if I seemed ungrateful, I’m very grateful, it’s just…I’m not used to needing help, let alone asking anyone for it.”“I know.”“And you’re being so sweet and thoughtful, volunteering to take care of my son, my dad and me.”Really interesting that she put herself last.“I can’t help but worry that you’re getting roped into something you didn’t want and you’re too much of a gentleman to say no.” Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes.Dammit. What was he supposed to do when she cried? Kane had little experience with women’s tears, except the manipulative variety. And these were borne of pain and frustration.He grabbed a Kleenex. “Come on, sugar, you’re breakin’ my heart here.” He gently blotted her tear-dampened face. “You in a lot of pain?”“Ye

She raced inside, fearing the worst, since Hayden and Kane were supposed to be on an overnight camping trip—the only reason she’d agreed to a girls’ night out in the first place. Fortunately, Hayden had only forgotten his inhaler. Once he’d gotten home and used it, he hadn’t wanted to leave again so Kane had waited around to talk to her. Which was sweet and thoughtful and made her feel like complete shit.She’d double-checked on her son amidst Kane’s reassurances the boy was fine. In that moment Ginger was grateful that Kane was attuned to Hayden’s unpredictable physical ailments and she appreciated Kane didn’t think less of Hayden for them.Ginger had slumped against the wall across from Hayden’s room, feeling guilty. Feeling relieved.Feeling overwhelmed.Kane moved close enough to her she felt the heat radiating from his body. “Ginger? You okay?”“No. I feel like a horrible mother. Not being here when Hayden needed me.”“He didn’t want to worry you because he really was fine. If I