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“Not in the last week,” she muttered, but I could hear the smile in her voice. “So… you promise?”
“I promise.”
“Okay, then… send me a picture! And don’t forget to check in, future Mrs. West.”
“Okay, honey. Love you, babe.”
“Love you, too, honey,” she whispered, and we hung up almost at the same time.
I checked myself one more time in the mirror before turning and stepping out to a waiting March. The man was drop-dead gorgeous in jeans and a T-shirt. But in a dark navy suit with a crisp white dress shirt underneath with a white cowboy hat in his hands at his side? He looked like he had just jumped off the pages of GQ magazine’s rough and rugged issue.
“Jesus, sunshine. You look gorgeous.” I felt his blue gaze like a touch as it roamed up and down my body. My nipples tightened almost painfully beneath the lacy bra I’d worn in hopes he’d see it when we got back.
“Ditto, cowboy.”
“Before I forget.” March turned and picked something up from one of the seats behind him.
“Oh my god,” I whispered softly as my eyes connected with the beautiful bouquet of tiny daisies bunched together and tied up with a yellow ribbon with a baby blue stripe through the middle. It was simple and beautiful and so freaking perfect I didn’t know what to say.
“I know this isn’t…” His hand nervously scratched the back of his neck. I blinked away tears, the emotion of how sweet he could be. His hand tagged my hip and pulled me flush against him, forcing me to look up at him. “I know this isn’t your norm for a wedding, and I can go back and get you roses, but I saw these, and they made me think of you. Plus, the ribbon.” We glanced down at it. “I figured something blue wouldn’t hurt, and the flowers are new.” His nervousness was clear as day and endearing as hell. I smiled and chewed my bottom lip.
“My dress was from a thrift store, so that gives me the something old,” I shared, and he rested his forehead against mine.
“You ready to be mine, Miss Castro?”
“Ready as ever, Mr. West,” I whispered. March’s lips touched the tip of my nose before he stepped back, and I immediately missed the heat of his body. Before we knew it, we were called in.
Hand in hand, we walked in. It wasn’t what you would call your traditional wedding. Not that I had ever imagined what getting married would be like, but somehow, it was better than anything I could have ever put on a vision board or seen in a wedding magazine.
Before I knew it, not only were we standing in front of one another, promising to cherish and stand by one another through the good times and bad, but he was sealing our I dos with a kiss I felt all the way down to my toes.
I had no idea what the future would bring, but I couldn’t ignore the excitement that sparkled like glitter inside of me. For the first time since I was a little girl, the future felt exciting.
March
The drive home was so damn quiet I could have sworn Sunny could hear the beat of my heart. My hands clenched around the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip. We were married. I glanced over just as she turned to look at me, and we both smiled. That’s when I realized something. Even though the cab of the truck was quiet, it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Do you want us to stop anywhere?” I offered even though we had already passed the main part of town.
“No, I’m good,” Sunny answered politely.
“We did it,” I needlessly said out loud as my attention moved to the road ahead of me.
“We did.” She smiled when I glanced at her.
“You’re mine.” My voice dropped, and I swear it felt like my skin was drawn tight over my body.
“Does that mean you’re mine?” she asked softly. My right hand reached and covered hers.
“Yes,” I rasped. “I’m all yours. Only yours, Sunny.” It wasn’t just pretty words but the truth.
I’d given up the fight.
I always had a plan, no matter what aspect of my life. Sunny was a curveball I hadn’t seen coming, much like the clause in my grandfather’s loan. That damn clause and the headaches it had given me were more than worth it when it meant it was the way Sunny and my life crossed paths. I couldn’t believe that somehow, the old man, my best friend, had helped me from up above to find my girl. My woman. My wife.
I had no idea how he had done it, but I was more than sure my grandfather had a hand in me finding Sunny.
As a man with a plan, I’d always tried to stick to them, but with Sunny, I had a feeling the days of knowing what was coming up a month or two, hell, even a year in advance were long gone.
