Page 41 of Mason: His to Convince

And the occasional wistful sigh.

Maggie was literally shaking with her hands over her mouth and a wide-eyed expression frozen on her face. When she eventually snapped out of it and started across the floor to help her unfortunate friend, Nick slid his arm around her waist and smoothly steered her back into position.

“I wouldn’t if I were you Magpie, lest you find yourself in the same uncomfortable position.”

Looking at Nick’s smile, but seeing that eyebrow convinced her she was far better off right where she was.

When the door finally opened and Mason escorted his soon to be wife back to the alter all eyes were fixed on Rebecca, still looking quite lovely despite the blush and the fact that her tiara was hanging by about four hairs on the left side of her head.

Maggie approached, quickly fixing Rebecca’s hair as best she could before Mason led her back to stand in front of the reverend.

“I do”, Rebecca stated quickly, holding onto Mason’s arm and trying not to wiggle about too much, although every sway brought blessed cool air up her hooped dress and relief to her steaming bottom.

Reverend Whittaker took a deep breath.

“Inowpronouceyoumanandwife,” Reverend Whittaker said as fast as he possibly could. “Ah,”...he sighed with great relief. “You may kiss your bride.”

And Mason did. A kiss that promised everything.