A life-threatening accident.
A dark secret.
The wedding planner from Hell.
A jealous ex.
And the unexpected.
Will Blake and his tiger tie the knot—or not?
Find out in this gripping, epic conclusion to the bestselling THAT MAN series. Be prepared to laugh, cry, and swoon!
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Blake was not a happy camper nor was I. He was driving like a maniac. A Chevy pickup no less. He’d asked Mrs. Cho to have someone pick us up when we landed, but somehow that had gotten lost in translation and instead she’d rented him a pickup truck. As mad as I was at him, I’d do anything to see my metrosexual hero behind the wheel of this vehicle. That man in a pickup truck was like Batman in an RV.
“We need to find a Wal-Mart,” he grumbled.
“Why?” I gritted. I was still blindfolded and handcuffed, and I had no clue where I was except I knew it wasn’t some romantic island. I waited impatiently for his response.
“So, I can buy a chainsaw and saw off your handcuffs.”
Gah! The thought of Blake with a chainsaw sent a shiver down my spine. My life could be over. Mr. Born with a Silver Spoon in his Mouth was not exactly what I’d call handy. The only power tools he had any experience with were his tongue, his hands, and his cock.
“What about a locksmith?” My voice was urgent. “I’m sure one could make a key to unlock these damn things.”
“That’s a good idea, tiger.”
“Why don’t you take off my blindfold so I can keep my eyes peeled for one? And where the hell are we anyway?”
“That’s not happening. And I’m not telling.”
Two minutes later, Blake swerved off the road with a screech. My neck jerked painfully. I think I had whiplash. Horns were blasting at us from all directions.
“What the fuck are you doing, Blake? You’re going to get us killed!”
“There’s a Wal-Mart straight ahead of us,” he replied brightly.
Ten minutes later, Blake was leading me through the bustling mega-store. He had his fingers curled around my neck since holding one of my pinned back, cuffed hands was not an option. I could barely move my fingers. The fucking handcuffs were cutting off my circulation. Oh, was he going to pay for this. Big time!