He told her he was presently in Daytona and, after obtaining the name of the hotel where she was staying, he indicated he would send a courier to deliver complimentary passes and would keep the news from Myles as a secret.
“And you sure this pass will get us behind the scenes to where Myles is?” Wendy asked as they continued their trek along the outskirts of the race track. The race would officially start in a few minutes and Lisa wanted to be as close to Myles as she could. This was his life, and as his wife, this would soon become her life as well.
“Yes, I’m sure. Bronson Scott gave me good directions,” Lisa said as she continued walking. A few moments later she sighed in relief when she saw the sign indicating Scott Motorsports.
She recognized Myles immediately. His back was to her but she would recognize his good-looking tush anywhere. “Myles!”
He turned at the sound of her voice and the smile that suddenly appeared on his face would endear him to her for a lifetime. He quickly started walking toward her. She began running and he caught her into his arms and immediately captured her lips with his.
Myles ignored the whistles and catcalls and continued to kiss her and she kissed him back with all the love in her heart. Finally, he released her and, with a big grin on his face, asked, “Lisa, what are you doing here?”
She smiled back up at him. “I’m here for you. I want to tell you in person that I love you and if you still want me, I want to be your wife.”
He let out a huge yell and lifted her off her feet and twirled her around. “Yes, I still want you, sweetheart, I’ll always want you.”
* * *
BRONSON SCOTT SMILED as he witnessed Myles and the woman in a passionate embrace and figured she must be Lisa, the woman he had spoken to on the phone who was the love of Myles’s life and the woman Myles had told him about so many times.
He looked past them to the three women standing on the sidelines and wondered about one in particular. Donovan Steele was standing beside him and Bronson whispered, “That woman in the jeans and purple top. Who is she?”
Donovan frowned at him. “A woman is the last thing that should be on your mind now, Bron. Just concentrate on the race, will you? We expect you to cross the finish line tonight with an impressive showing.”
An arrogant smile touched the corners of Bronson’s lips. “I will. Just make sure you have her name when I finish.”
A few hours later, Bronson zoomed across the finish line grabbing a second place finish. Donovan was there when Bronson climbed out of his car. “Okay who is she, Steele?”
Donovan shook his head, grinning. “I talked to Myles. She is one of his soon-to-be-sisters-in-law. The three women you saw are triplets and the one you asked about is Sunnie St. Claire.”
A huge smile touched Bronson’s lips as he glanced around seeking out the woman again. “Thanks, Donovan. You’ve done your part. Now it’s up to me to do mine.”
EPILOGUE
TWO WEEKS LATER in her parents’ lavishly decorated backyard, Lisa St. Claire and Myles Joseph became husband and wife. Myles had surprised her by placing on her finger the ring he had intended to give her years ago. Total happiness surrounded them and they fully intended to live happily ever after.
During the reception they walked hand in hand greeting their guests, including many of Myles’ fellow racers.
Moments later, Myles leaned down and whispered, “Let me know when you’re ready to leave.”
They had made plans to stay in a hotel in Orlando and would be leaving directly after the reception. Tomorrow morning they would catch a plane out of Orlando to spend four weeks in Key West.
Lisa smiled up at her husband. “I’m ready whenever you are.” She then looked around. “Where’re Ronald and Sheila?”
Myles chuckled. “They left a few minutes ago. I understand they’re still getting a kick out of breaking in their mega-bed.”
He pulled Lisa closer into his arms. “Mmm, Ronald likes it so much that I’m thinking of getting us one. It comes highly recommended. But until then, a regular bed will have to do.”
Lisa wrapped her arms around her husband, thinking he was so right. Until then, a regular bed would have to do.
When the photographer who had been hired to take pictures began snapping away, Lisa decided to give him a picture worth taking. She smoothed her palm over Myles’s jaw and then on tiptoe she captured his lips with hers. This was a day she had thought would never happen. But it had. She had made it to the finish line, winning the race with the man she loved.
* * * * *
Will this billionaire bachelor say “I do” to love? Find out, only from New York
Times bestselling author Brenda Jackson!
Looking to settle down, Alaskan CEO Garth Outlaw thinks he wants a convenient bride. What he doesn’t know is that his pilot, Regan Fairchild, wants him. Now, with two accidental weeks together in paradise, will the wife he needs be closer than he realized?
Read on for a sneak peek of
The Wife He Needs
CHAPTER ONE
“So, when is the wedding, Garth?”
Garth Outlaw raised his eyes from studying his cards. Was his brother playing mind games to mess with his concentration?
“And just what wedding are you talking about?”
Garth glanced around the table and saw the smirks on the faces of all four of his brothers. Even Jess had made a trip home from the nation’s capital for a week long visit.
“Is anyone going to answer?” Garth asked.
Jess grinned as he threw out a card. “I heard it from Dad the moment I walked through the door. He claims you’ve gotten over Karen Piccard, decided to settle down and do whatever needs to be done for the benefit of the company, which includes getting a wife and making babies to guarantee the Outlaw dynasty. Those were his words, not mine.”
“We heard the same thing,” Cash said, with Sloan and Maverick nodding in agreement.
Garth didn’t say anything. Being the oldest son of Bartram “Bart” Outlaw wasn’t easy, especially when his father liked spreading information that wasn’t true. However, in this case, it was. At least partly. He was planning to do what needed to be done for the company. But he seriously doubted he would ever get over Karen. She would always have his heart.
“No wedding date has been set because I haven’t chosen a bride.”
His brother Cash sat up straight in his chair. “Are you really thinking about settling down with a wife and making babies?” he asked, as if the thought of doing such a thing was as unheard of as living in outer space.
Garth threw out some chips. “Why not? I don’t see any of you guys rushing to the altar to continue the Outlaw legacy. Not even you, Jess, and you’re the politician in the family. You of all people should be thinking about acquiring a wife.” A couple of years ago, Jess had gotten elected as a senator from Alaska.
A grin touched Jess’s lips. “No, thank you. I’m not ready to fall in love.”
Garth shrugged. “Who said anything about falling in love?”
“You’re thinking of marrying a woman you don’t love?” This question came from Sloan.
“For me there’s no other way.”