Wyatt puts a hand over Gran’s, giving it a squeeze. It has tears springing to my eyes, feeling the love that I know they have for each other. She’s taken him in as her own as much as she took me in all those years ago.
When she steps back a moment later, Wyatt turns his attention back to me, a tear falling from my eye to trace down my cheek. He reaches for my hand, emotion glistening in his own eyes as I give it to him, and with Gran’s blessing, he asks me properly.
“I went on the last first date of my life back in June, and I’ve got the tattoo to prove it,” he says, a shiver running down my spine at the thought of the laser tag first kiss on his thigh. “You are my last first everything, Brynleigh Myers. Dance, date, kiss.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Lover.”
“And, most importantly,” he continues, running the pad of his thumb over my ring finger. “My last first I love you.”
“Wy,” I murmur, the tears now streaming down my cheeks, making me blink them away so the vision of him doesn’t swim.
“Be my first, last, and only bride. Be my wife. Will you marry me?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, threatening to crack with the emotion I imagine running rampant within him.
“Yes! Of course.”
He slips Gran’s ring on my finger before we’re moving in unison, my arms going around his neck while his go around my waist at the same time he gets to his feet, sweeping me off mine. Our lips collide a second later, my heart beating wildly as he kisses me breathless until I feel like I might be seeing stars. Or dancing among them.
There’s a heavy, happy sigh from the side, and then Gran sniffles, “Good. Built in handyman for life.”
And a long, long life it’ll be. For all of us.
Epilogue
Bryn
“Wy!”Ishoutwithlaughter, finding myself upside down over his shoulder, ass pointed towards the bright blue Montana sky. Grabbing onto his hips to steady myself, I let out a yelp when his hand swats my backside. “What are you doing?”
The chuckle is in his words. “You said you were tired. I’m helping.”
“I think I can make it to the house.”
“I’mhelping,” he reiterates, this time squeezing my ass cheek.
“Helping yourself to my ass?” I ask, bobbing along with each step he takes through the crisp snow on the ground. I give his own ass a smack. It’s right there for the taking, so I might as well.
“You know I can’t resist it,” he confirms, giving mine a soft pat.
Nor do I want him to. We’re insatiable for each other. In the last couple of months I’ve spent more time naked than I have clothed. At least that’s what it feels like because any time we’re alone, we’re all over each other. I’m not sure how we spent all afternoon on horseback without getting off in the field somewhere to ravage each other.
Then again, he knows I wasn’t feeling well this morning, so maybe that’s why he didn’t try.
Doesn’t explain why I didn’t. God, he looked good on top of Boone’s horse, Maple. He let me ride Rosie, his sweet-as-piemare, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The way his body moved effortlessly in sync with his horse. It was so fluid and natural, as though the two of them were of one body.
I was mesmerized.
Kind of like now with his ass. Two things would make it even better. First, if he wasn’t wearing a jacket, though the weather dictates he must. Second, if I wasn’t suddenly feeling nauseous again. Just like this morning, the feeling is strong and quick.
“Wy,” I say, pushing against his hips to try and lift my upper body. “Let me down.”
I’m on my feet two seconds later, grateful when his hands grip my waist and don’t let me stumble over the sudden change in equilibrium. A wave of dizziness hits, and I hold onto his upper arms, closing my eyes while taking a breath through my nose. It’s not quite cold enough to freeze the hairs inside, but the brisk January air is rather helpful for stilling my mind.
“You wanna throw up again?” he asks, concern rooted in his voice. “Are you sure you’re not coming down with something?”
Smoothing my hand over my jacket and pressing it against my abdomen, I shake my head. “No, I feel fine. I mean, tired, but after I was sick this morning I felt okay.”
“Maybe you should lie down until dinner. I’ll see if Mom’s got some soup in the freezer we can take out,” he says, cupping my cheek in his hand. When my eyes open after another calming breath, I find him studying me the way he would a patient. “You’re pale.”
“I’m okay. Come on, before we freeze.”
Taking his other hand, I turn towards the house, which isn’t far away after Wyatt carried me halfway across the yard from the stables where we left his brothers looking for hidden Moon Pies. We’ve been here for two days now, and meeting and getting toknow his brothers, as well as his parents, has been a lot of fun. Even Wyatt’s dad hasn’t been as bad as what Wyatt prepared me for. He made me swear if his dad said anything out of line that I’d tell him about it, but he’s been nothing but nice.
