Page 133 of Peaches & Pistols

“That there was a place my daughter could grow up in a stable and caring environment and hope I might someday find real love.”

My emotions mirror back at me in Greyson’s deep brown eyes.

“Harper, baby, may I please have daddy’s ring?”

She brings it to me and turns to walk back to her seat but spins on her heel and hugs me as tight as she can. I’m going to cry all day at this rate.

“Greyson, you brought me back to life. You saved me from the depths of despair and helped me heal in my own time. Never did I imagine you were falling for me the same way I’d fallen for you. I’d take that chance again and again if it led me to you. I love you with everything I am. My heart is yours.”

I slide Greyson’s wedding band on his work-worn finger, and peace settles inside me.

My husband consumes me in a kiss that rewrites my stars, forever intertwining our fates.

A few signatures and we’re married.

Just like that.

EPILOGUE

I’m a married woman. Again.

I was divorced for barely sixty days before tying the knot again. This time I know I got it right.

“Doing alright, honey?” Greyson nuzzles into my neck from my perch on his lap.

“Mmhmm. Just thinking.”

“About what?” He sweeps my hair behind my shoulder to kiss my neck and shoulder.

“How different my life is from nine months ago. I’m not the same person, but in the best way.” I lean into his hold.

All my damaged and broken bits have been carefully removed, revealing the woman I always wanted to be.

“If I didn’t have Everly, I’d swear I jumped timelines because this life is a dream.”

“Not a dream. But if it were, I’d never want to wake up.”

“Did today go how you wanted, wife?”

“It was everything I could’ve ever wanted. I mean, look around us. We’re surrounded exclusively by people who love us and showed up in a big way. Our daughters are happy, what more could I want?”

And I mean it. Everly’s wrangled Izzy and Delilah into an intense ballet-Ring Around the Rosie hybrid, cackling amongst the wildflowers.

Harper’s monopolized Reid and Connor, taking turns dancing atop their cowboy boots. They’re going to have wicked back aches tomorrow.

Cecelia continues to churn goodies out from the kitchen; I don’t know where we’re putting it all, but no one can resist her cooking.

“Do you think we should let people change their clothes? They all live here.” No reason for our family to be uncomfortable.

“Naw, I was hoping to whisk you away here soon anyway. They can be in their nicer clothes a bit longer. The girls will have a sleepover at the ranch while we celebrate our nuptials the right way.” His wink shoots straight to my core.

“Okay, I’m ready to leave,” I whisper, to which Greyson chuckles, a devilish grin cutting across his rugged face.

“My wife gets what my wife wants. I’ll go spread the word and meet you back here.”

He gives me a kiss that borders on indecent in public and slaps my ass on his way.

It’s good timing because I need to use the bathroom before we go. Gathering all this billowing fabric is a workout, but at least we’re at the main house instead of being stuck using a small toilet closet.