Betting on Beaumont: A Brooklyn Novel #3 (The Brooklyn Series) (24 page)

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After hours of partying and celebrating at the Oscar after party held at the Bel Air hotel, I asked the limo driver to bring us up to the lookout spot above the Hollywood sign. It’s a clear night with the sky full of stars. I don’t want this night to end just yet. So I’m prolonging the celebration.

We stop through the drive thru for some In and Out burgers and sodas and then make our way out of the city.

After washing down a bite of her burger, Brooklyn asks, “Where are we going?” as she realizes we’re not heading back to her parents’ house in Beverly Hills just yet.

“I’m not ready for this night to end. Once we get back to your parents’ and pick up Charlotte, the night will be over. You deserve to keep celebrating, baby. So that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

Shortly after we finish eating, the limo comes to a stop. I pop open the door and step out into the darkness. I reach my hand inside the limo, taking hers and helping Brooklyn out.

“Wow, I feel like I just flew back in time to high school,” she mumbles under her breath as we walk hand in hand toward the wooden fence at the edge of the cliff. We can see the outline of the HOLLYWOOD sign below us, and the entire city of Angels twinkling beneath our feet.

Turning to face her, I notice her shiver slightly, so I shrug off my coat and drape it over her shoulders. “Better?” I ask as I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me. I bring my lips to her forehead and close my eyes as I try to soak in this moment with her. She doesn’t answer me, instead she simply nods her head yes and snuggles into my chest.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone and pull up my music. Scrolling through my playlist, I find the song I’m looking for and hit play. Brooklyn laughs and looks up into my eyes in the dark as Thomas Rhett’s “Die a Happy Man”
begins to play.

It was playing on the radio the first night we brought Charlotte home from the hospital. We were laying there in our bed with Charlotte fast asleep between the two of us as we watched the stars outside our bedroom window, simply enjoying the peacefulness that filled our home that night as we listened to music playing on low.

Well before Charlotte soon stirred awake and screamed like a baby banshee until the early morning hours.

Ever since, we’ve said it’s now our song. We never had a song, unlike Savannah and Kayden who’ve had one from the moment they pretty much met. Brooklyn always said she wanted a song that would be special to us before she picked one that would be ‘ours’.

So, now whenever we’re apart and she’s traveling and we’re missing each other, we’ll either text each other lyrics from the song, or simply send each other a link to the video on YouTube.

Her arms tighten around my waist as she rests her cheek against my heart as we slowly sway to the music. I slide my hands down to her ass that has looked way too good in this dress tonight. I give it a tight squeeze and sing along with the song but changing the words slightly
, “this black dress makes it hard to breathe…”

Her laughter fills the night air, sounding like music as it blends with the song and the chirping of the crickets hiding in the grass below us.

“Tonight was so amazing…but this right here…us right now, alone up here under the stars. It’s absolutely the best way to end one of the greatest nights of my life.” Tilting her head up at me, she brings her hands to my face, cupping my cheeks between her chilled fingers. Pulling my lips down to hers, she gives me a kiss that sets my body on fire. I groan against her parted lips as I slip my tongue into her mouth and pull her tighter against my body.

Breaking our kiss, she pulls away from my lips, and blinks up at me with a love-drunk gaze burning in her whiskey-colored eyes.

She doesn’t say a word; she simply smiles up at me as we continue to sway to the music and get lost in our own private little world.

Holding her a little tighter, I dance with her under the stars, singing to her my favorite line near the end of the song, that is perfect for her and I, “
And I know that I can't ever tell you enough that all I need in this life is your crazy love.”