Where There's a Will (Whiskey River Book 1) by Katherine Garbera, Eve Gaddy

you’d talked to your partners. When did that happen?”
    “Two days after the tornado warning. When you were in class.”
    “You all agreed?”
    Annoyed, he snapped, “Of course we did. How could I offer you the job otherwise?”
    Her response held a barely concealed amusement. “I simply wanted to make sure.”
    He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked around his desk to stand in front of her. “Decision time. Are you taking the job in Austin or do you want to work here?”
    “The Austin firm offered me the job. Great pay, good benefits, a chance to work my way up in the firm.” She walked over to him, stood beside him, leaning back against his desk, as he was doing. “I’ve thought a lot about what would be best for me to do. Since our date I’ve hardly thought of anything else.”
    “Addison,” he warned, “give me the short version. You’re killing me here.”
    Her gaze lifted to his, her eyes a deep, glowing green. “I accept your offer. I would love to work here with you, Johnny and Fiona.”
    “Thank God,” he said and pulled her into his arms, kissing her until they both came up for air. “I’d ask what decided you but I don’t care as long as you stay. Here. With me,” he added.
    She laughed and put a hand to his cheek. “I couldn’t take the other job. Not when my home and my heart are here in Whiskey River with you.”
    The only answer to that was to kiss her again. “Addison,” he said after a while. “I have something else to ask you.”
    “Ask? Not tell or offer?”
    “Definitely, ask.” He got down on one knee and pulled a small box out of his pocket. Addison’s eyes widened and she put her hand over her heart. “I love you, Addison. Will you marry me?” He opened the box and took out the ring, a simple platinum band with a round cut solitaire diamond. “This was my grandmother’s ring. But if you want we can get you another.”
    “Don’t you dare. I love this one. Almost as much as I love you. Yes, I’ll marry you,” she said, her eyes overflowing. “Now get up here and kiss me.”
    “Gladly, my love.”
    Later, they were sitting in Ryder’s chair with Addison in his lap, when he asked, “When can we get married?”
    “I don’t know. I’ve never planned a wedding before.”
    “Two weeks.”
    Addison laughed. “My boards are next week, which would give me a week for the wedding planning. Let’s say a month. And that’s pushing it, I’m sure.”
    “A month it is.” He kissed her and drew back to look at her. “I love you, Addison.” It felt good to say the words, words he’d never said to another woman.
    “I love you, too, Ryder. So much,” she added, and kissed him.
    *
    R YDER CLEARED HIS throat as he walked into the conference room. Addison followed one step behind him. It had been awkward when Trey and Wyatt Kelly—Boots’ legitimate sons had arrived and asked why Xander and Nicholas Blue, two men they’d never seen before, were waiting in the conference room. The twins were twenty-eight, Wyatt was thirty and Trey, the oldest, was thirty-two. Nicholas and Xander weren’t identical, but they favored each other. In fact, there was a strong resemblance between all four men. Addison wondered if any of them realized it.
    Things were about to get a lot more awkward, not to mention, tense, in the next few minutes. Addison held in her arms copies of the will and its stipulations but Ryder had suggested she wait until he finished talking with the men before she handed them out.
    “Good afternoon, gentlemen,” Ryder began.
    “What the hell is going on, Ryder?” Wyatt asked. “I thought this was the reading of my father’s will. Who are these people and why are they here?”
    “Yeah, Ryder , why are we here?” Nicholas Blue asked. “Your secretary was very vague about why we’re named in Boots Kelly’s will.”
    “I’m getting to that,” Ryder said. “You know,” he said to his cousins, “that your father liked women.” He gestured to