All is well in Holly Woods.
My best friend’s love triangle is now a happy little circle. My sister-in-law just gave birth to my gorgeous new niece who is the world’s best cuddler, and Nonna’s not on my back every ten minutes about the fact we’re getting married in one month.
Until the mayor’s niece—our baker for the wedding—commits suicide. At least, that’s what the note says. My gut says we’re talking a different kind of ‘cide.’ My gut also says I should stay well away, and in the interest of Drake’s sanity, I plan to.
But when life throws you an unexpected curveball… Sometimes the best laid plans need tearing up.
Even if you don’t mean to do it.
Happily ever after…
If Holly Woods survives this.
(Twined Bond is the seventh and final book in the Holly Woods Files series, and picks up roughly 9 months after Burning Bond)
“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.
“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 other’s 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?”