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Brooke waved a dismissive hand. “Please. I've been Davina's best friend for over a decade. I know her measurements better than she does. But if I need to update them, I'll figure out a creative way to do it.”

I nodded, relief and excitement battling for dominance. This was really happening. I was going to give my wife the wedding she deserved.

“Okay.” Brooke set down her phone and grabbed a fresh notepad, her expression turning businesslike. “Timeline. When are we thinking?”

“Our one-year anniversary. Three months from now.”

Her eyes widened. “Three months?”

“Too soon?”

“Dallas, planning a wedding usually takes twelve to eighteen months minimum. Venues book up years in advance. Dresses take months to make. Flowers need to be ordered, catering arranged, guests notified…” She cut herself off, took a deep breath, and squared her shoulders. “But you know what? We're going to make it happen. Because you love my best friend, and she deserves this.”

“I appreciate that.”

She was scribbling notes. “Okay, so here's the plan. I'll call Sunset Ridge today to check availability for your anniversary date. If it's available, I'll put down a deposit…”

“I'll give you whatever you need.”

“…and then I'll set up a meeting with their wedding planner to discuss the basics. Meanwhile, I'll get Marcus involved on the dress situation. We'll need to work fast, but if we find the right person, they can do a rush job.”

“Money is no object.”

“Good, because this is going to cost you.” She looked up with a grin. “Consider it the price of marrying your wife twice. Which, by the way, is the most extra thing I've ever heard, and I fully support it.”

I laughed, the tension that had been sitting in my shoulders finally starting to release. “I just want it to be perfect.”

“It will be.” Brooke's voice softened.

We spent the next hour going through details. Guest lists, immediate family, closest friends. Logistics for getting Davina to the venue without spoiling the surprise and backup plans for if the venue wasn’t available.

I stood, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. Maybe months. The plan was in motion. Davina was going to get her real wedding, the one she deserved, the one I should have given her from the start if we hadn't been too drunk to remember our own vows.

Three months.

In three months, I was going to marry my wife.

For real this time. The way she deserved. The way I should have done from the start.

And this time, I was going to remember every single second.

CHAPTER 40

ALWAYS AND FOREVER

DAVINA

3 months later…

“Give me a hint.”

“No.”

“One tiny hint.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Dallas.” Davina shifted in the passenger seat of my truck, angling her entire body toward me in a way that made her sundress ride up her thighs. Deeply distracting. “I have been in this vehicle for forty-five minutes. I packed a bag based on your extremely vague instructions of casual but nice, bring something dressy, and comfortable shoes. I deserve at least one hint.”