“Because they know I’m about to do this.”
Holt drops to one knee, and a tiny jar appears in his hand. Painted on the side it reads Wishes and Dreams. He unscrews the lid, and I’m momentarily blinded by the glittering rock inside.
“Elizabeth Sawyer, would you do me the honor and make all of my wishes and dreams come true? Would you be my wife?”
I take in a breath and clap my hand over my mouth. Holt is proposing. Holt wants to spend the rest of his life with me. All of the faces staring my way melt into the background, the music fades—the room feels as if it’s slipping away into another dimension, and it’s just Holt and me sharing this intimate moment.
The music shifts to a slow song, and the lights dim as the coeds scream with approval.
“How about it, Iz?” His cheek slides up one side just the way I like it, and my insides melt. “You in?”
“Yes, God yes.” I fall over him, tangling myself up in Holt and this beautiful love we share. Holt slips the ring on my finger and blesses it with a kiss.
The lyrics start, and I hear my name.
Izzy, the first time I saw you—I knew it was you for me right from the beginning…
“Holt, they said my name.”
“I know they did, kitten.” Holt pulls me up. “I asked them to. I found these guys last week, and they worked with me until we nailed it. This song is for you, Iz. I helped write it.” He buries a scorching kiss onto my lips.
“Holt! You didn’t have to do that.” My cheeks flush with heat. “But I’m glad you did.”
“They’re playing our song”—he nods toward the dance floor—“shall we?”
“By all means.” I can’t believe this gorgeous man is going to be my husband. I can’t believe this wild card of a band is singing a song that sounds as if the lyrics were ripped straight from my soul. Mostly, I can’t believe any of this is my life.
Holt leads us to the dance floor, right into the heart of the crowd as a sea of coeds look on.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” I say as we wrap our arms around one another and sway to the music just like we did that first night we kissed.
“It’s just a reflection of who you are. You ready to do this life thing with me?”
“I don’t think I can do it any other way.”
The band sings, Just give me some more of your whiskey kisses, I can’t get enough of those whiskey kisses, and when the night comes to an end and we’re holding each other tight, I whisper—you in, and you say…”
“All the way, baby.” I whisper directly into Holt’s ear as the band finishes the song.
Holt pulls back and gives the hint of his bone-melting grin. He crashes his lips to mine, and the bar, all of Hollow Brook fades away.
Oh, yeah.
I’m all in.
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Acknowledgments
Big thank you to all of my wonderful readers that have enjoyed and supported the 3:AM Kisses series from the beginning. It was such a pleasure giving you Holt and Izzy’s story. I hope you’ve had fun with the previous adventures at Whitney Briggs University, and I look forward to sharing more with you. Big hugs to all! I love you guys!
To my spectacular proofreaders and betas, Christina Kendler, Rachel Tsoumbakos, Kathryn Jacoby, Rachel Dick, Delphina Miyares, words cannot express enough how grateful I am to you! Christina Kendler, you have no idea how blessed I feel to have you take time out of your insanely busy life to do the things you do for me. I’m deeply indebted and thankful for all of your hard work. Rachel Tsoumbakos, you are an Aussie rock star and a word ninja of the highest order! I am so humbled to know you. Kathryn Jacoby, boy am I ever glad we met! You are an angel. Your keen eyes are like no other. A million words couldn’t express how thankful I am for you. Rachel Dick, I have such mad love for you girl! I know you are so busy with your own life and that makes me that much more thankful that you would read for me. Huge thank you for that. Delphina Miyares! You truly are a super reader and a super person. Your input has saved me countless times. Thank you to the moon and back for lending me your beautiful mind. I cannot wait to go to dinner with you again. This must happen.
To Sarah Freese, my saving grace, who puts up with far more than she ever should. How do I thank you for the countless hours and late night interruptions that I’ve put you through? Thank you for always having the answer. I heart you like crazy, girl.
Finally, to Him who sits on the throne; worthy is the Lamb. Your word is manna for my hungry soul. For Yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever. You alone are enough. I owe you everything.
About the Author
Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Her work has been featured in Cosmopolitan magazine. Previously she worked for nearly a decade as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit. She resides with her husband, four wonderful children, and two dogs on the West Coast where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.
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