Lachlan Read online Jane Henry (Dangerous Doms #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Dangerous Doms Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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He’s gone from sober to angry to sober again.

“Of course I would,” he says. “Any fool could see you two maniacs were meant for each other.”

“I like how you run your mouth when I’m laid up in bed and can’t kick your arse, eh?”

“Oh,” he says with a shrug. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to try to anyway.”

“Soon,” I promise.

“You’ll have to ask Keenan, too, of course,” he says.

“Oh aye.”

“On it!” Fiona announces from the kitchen where she’s putting on the kettle.

“On what?”

“Asking Keenan’s permission,” she hollers. “When you were unconscious, I practically pinned him to the wall in the dining room and said, ‘I don’t know what his obligation is to you, but you’re not keeping us apart.’ At which point he assured me that not only would he not, but he never had.” She comes in with a tray of cups and a pot of tea. “And so, he’s given his blessing.”

“As do I,” Tiernan says. “And Nolan and I have already discussed it as well.”

“As have we.”

“You did not,” Fiona says in astonishment. Her jaw drops. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Not yet,” I tell her. I drink the strong, bracingly hot tea, and smile. “Thank fuck.”

“Let’s do it today,” she says. “We’ve waited this long. I don’t want to wait another bloody day.”

I blink. “What about your… dress and things?”

She waves a hand. “Oh, whatever. I’ll find something real quick. I don’t care about the dress.”

“And the party?’

“You know I hate parties.”

“What about the children with those little baskets of… I don’t know, flower petals or something?”

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t want any to-do, Lachlan. I want your ring on my finger and your name. I want to know that every member of the Clan knows I belong to you. I don’t want pomp and circumstance. I want you.”

“He’s bloody fucking pomp and circumstance,” Tiernan mutters, then he laughs out loud when I piston myself out of the bed and deck his arm.

“Jesus,” he says. “Relax. And yes, I’d be honored to be your witness.”

And so I manage to get out of bed and amble to my living room while Fiona makes the arrangements. I can hardly believe this is happening. She’s home. And soon, she’ll be mine.

Chapter 23

Fiona

I don’t quite get my way. What I want to do is marry Lachlan right here, right now, but he makes me wait until he’s more stable on his feet and he and his brothers have made absolutely sure that the Clan fortress is once more secure.

I knew when I heard he was injured—no, I knew before then, the day the bomb went off and I thought I lost him—that Lachlan and I are meant to be together. No matter the hardship. No matter how difficult things are between us. No matter the risks, the rewards will always, always prevail.

On a chilly day in early October, Lachlan and I take our vows in perhaps the smallest wedding ever known to the McCarthy Clan. I don’t want a big to-do. I wear a simple white dress loaned to me from Cormac’s Aileen, a little satin thing that’s casual enough I could wear it to dinner if I wanted to. Father Finn’s summoned to perform the ceremony, and the dining room in the mansion’s arranged for us to take our vows inside, for the wind’s blowing and rain falls hard out the window.

“It’s good luck,” Maeve says when she comes to congratulate us in the receiving line. Her eyes grow misty as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “It rained on the day I got married, and just look at the blessings I’ve got. These sons of mine, all those sweet babes to call me Granny, and the women who’ve all become my daughters.” She leans in and kisses my cheek.

“I’m so pleased you two are together,” she says with pride. “When Keenan brought Lachlan home…” her voice trails off and she swallows hard. “I thought the boy needed a mam. He was so angry, you see. Angry at the world.” She smiles. “’Twasn’t a mam he needed, lass. He needed you.”

I’m not sure that any one human can fully restore another. In many ways, perhaps that restoration lies within. But I do know that sometimes, on a day you least expect it, people walk into your life and change it forever. I hated my home in Stone City, but I’ll never forget it. For it was there, in the dark dankness of that hovel, when I was wounded and broken yet still clinging to shards of innocence, that I met Lachlan McCarthy. And my world was never the same.

I watch Maeve embrace Lachlan, but the very next minute, I’m lifted straight into the air by Keenan, who gives me a brotherly hug that takes my breath away.



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