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Epilogue

Six weeks later

CAM

I nearly drop the tray of sirloin patties, chicken breasts, and vegan burgers when I step out the back door onto the patio. "Fucking gorgeous."

Isabel looks over her shoulder toward me, a big smile on her face. "High praise for string lights, cutesy Ford-themed decorations, and a handmade banner, but I'll take it."

"Your setup out here looks great and I appreciate all the work you did planning this dinner for my dad, but the ‘gorgeous' was for you."

She must've changed while I was in the kitchen prepping the barbecue stuff because the body-hugging teal dress she's wearing is new. Not just a change from the cute little ass-revealing denim shorts and cutoff t-shirt she had on while decorating the backyard. New, new. As in, I haven't seen her wear it in the seven weeks since she got back to town. Something that shows off her irresistible curves like this? I would definitely remember.

"I haven't seen you in this dress before, and it makes me want to see you out of it."

"Well, good," she says, sliding her arms around my waist after I set the tray of cookables on a side table near the barbecue. "That's exactly the effect I wanted it to have."

"It's the effect you always have on me, no matter what you're wearing." I don't care that my family is due to arrive any minute, I slide my hands over Isabel's body, molding my roughened palms to the sides of her breasts, then her waist, the full hips I love to grab while we're fucking, and last but certainly not least, her juicy round ass.

After a bit of manual exploration, I nuzzle the spot in front of her ear that always makes her shiver. "I don't feel any panties under this slippery material. Did you forget them?"

Her soft hair brushing my skin when she shakes her head sends a rush of awareness to my cock. "I wanted to tease you. Is it working?"

I capture one of her hands and drag it to the front of my jeans. "You tell me," I say, dragging her hand up and down the hard bulge beneath my fly. "Feel what you do to me, Iz. Six weeks of having you every single day and I still want more."

The stiffening in her posture is slight, but noticeable to me. There's not much I don't register where Isabel is concerned. I've been addicted to her since the day she walked back into my life. She's my everything.

Shifting from borderline groping her to gently stroking her back, I lift her chin with my other hand until our eyes meet. "I felt you tense up. Something wrong?"

"I'm fine." The small smile she gives doesn't cover the quiver in her bottom lip or the glassiness in her pretty eyes. "We should get the salads out of the fridge."

"We won't need salads or anything else if I tell everyone to turn around and go home, which is what I'll do if you're upset about something. And don't tell me you're not, because I felt it the moment you switched from light and happy to whatever you are now."

Dark eyelashes flutter against the tops of her cheeks as she averts her gaze. "Everything is so perfect and you've made all my dreams come true. Then sometimes I get this tight, panicky feeling, like, one of the times you look at me, you're going to snap out of it."

That she could think that, on any level, for even a fraction of a moment, sets my stomach churning.

My family is notorious for showing up at inopportune times, and this is no exception. I hear the telltale rumble of Dad's '67 Mustang out front. "Shit."

"I'm fine," Isabel says again. "I just had a blip of insecurity. Please don't let it ruin this get-together with your family."

"Nothing is going to be ruined tonight." Taking her hand, I lead her from the patio toward the garage, waving at my dad and Dove as they get out of the Mustang. "Help yourselves to a drink. Isabel and I will be there in a few minutes."

"Take your time," Dad calls, returning the wave. Even he doesn't know what I had planned for Isabel, and I tell him damn near everything.

"Cam, this isn't necessary. I don't need to talk about my crazy feelings." Isabel might as well give her protest to a brick wall.

When I make up my mind to do something, especially where she's concerned, there's no going back. I hadn't planned to do this until Christmas. But I've also been carrying the means to do it around in my pocket, just in case the perfect moment presented itself sooner. Maybe now isn't picture-perfect, but it's right.

At the man door of the garage, I reach into my pocket and come out with two items, though all Isabel sees are my keys. I extend my arm toward the lock and accidentally drop the keys on the ground.

Instead of leaning over or crouching to retrieve them, I drop to one knee in front of her. Hold up the ring. Stare up into the wide-open eyes of the woman I love. "I had planned to do this at Christmas, in front of our first tree, with all the twinkling lights and decorations we pick out together. I even made a scrapbook page for it. But I was only waiting because I wanted to make it a special memory. And the real truth is that every memory we make is special. You're all I think about. The only woman I've been in love with, the only one I will ever want. Forever, Isabel. Make me the happiest man alive and wear my ring. Grant me the absolute privilege of being your husband."

"Oh, Cam," she whispers.

"That's not a yes, baby. Going to need to hear a yes."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Her face lights up and she squeals while offering me her left hand, its fingers waggling excitedly. "I've been waiting for this since the third grade."

Grinning up at her, I slide the band onto her finger, then stand and pull her into my arms. "Thank you for waiting for me," I say, dipping down to kiss her sweet, warm lips.

But we don't get long to be lost in each other. We have an audience on the patio now—Dad and Dove, Shelby and Brody, the new hire—and they're making themselves known with applause and whistling.

"I love you," she says, resting her head against my chest.

I press my lips to her soft hair. "And I love you."

"You know I'm going to need to see that scrapbook page, right?"

A laugh as natural as breathing rocks both of us as I hold her. The kind of laugh she always inspires. "It's yours, baby. It's all yours." And she's all mine.

Thank you for reading Driver's Seat! I hope you enjoyed this quick, sweet, blue-collar-hero romance.

Shifting Gears is Cam's dad's book! If you love a sexy silver fox who's good with his hands, you'll fall in love with Granger Smith.

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