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hadn’t been his plan all along.
“Oh, hell no—” Alice started.
“ Alice ,” Holly interrupted, eyes pleading. “Can you give us a second?”
Alice looked reluctant, but then gave a nod and left. Not without shooting Chris daggers on her way out. “She’s charming. As always,” Chris scoffed as the door closed behind Alice. When he turned back to Holly, however, his voice softened. “So is that a yes?” He stood close enough for her to smell his cologne—a muted, perfumed smell, like flowers pressed in the center of an old book.
“Yes, of course,” Holly said. Her voice was nearly breathless.
A grin cut across his features. “Good.”
Chris swiveled around on his polished shoes and walked out victoriously. However, before he could make it out the door, Holly spoke out. “ Chris .”
He turned. She stepped over to meet him, her heels clicking on the wooden floors, and looked him dead in the eyes. “If you stand up and object or in any way try to ruin this wedding, I swear, my soon-to-be husband will tear your throat out. Understood?”
Chris’s mouth opened, and then shut, like a fish on a hook. Outside, she heard the piano music start up. Her cue. She nodded with a curt, professional, “Good,” and then turned to face the doors. “Keep up, please.” She was glad he couldn’t see her face, because she was secretly grinning like she’d just won the lottery. Had she really said that? Maybe she was going to like Mrs. Holly Westmore after all.
Holly reached for the door handle and, in one moment of decisiveness, pushed through. The view on the other side nearly took her breath away.
This was not how she’d thought her wedding would go down, in the middle of a ranch farm, thrown together at the last second by Jacob’s family. But she’d tried it her way once before. In a church, surrounded by flowers, white walls and high ceilings. Didn’t work out so well the first time. And this—the rustic benches, the fresh air, the arbor entwined with lilies—it just felt right .
And then there was the man (oh, the man ) grinning crookedly at the end of the aisle.
Her breath caught when she saw him. He wore black slacks and a formal black jacket, with a crisp white shirt and smart navy vest underneath. And, of course, that damn John Wayne-style Stetson hat that he’d worn the first time she’d laid eyes on him. Who knew that she would be in a wedding dress, only a week later—?
The look on his face when he saw her was equally priceless. He didn’t take his eyes off her—not once—as she walked down the aisle. She could feel Chris’s unease beside her, but she no longer cared. Out of the corner of her eye, in her row (her side was nearly empty while Jacob’s was very filled), she could see Alice, blubbering as promised.
Finally, she stepped up beside Jacob. Her heel caught on the stand, however, and she nearly tripped backwards. Two hands reached out for her—Jacob caught her first. “I’ve got her from here,” he said to empty-handed Chris and flashed him a smile. Holly could have sworn he’d extended his canines just for that smile. Chris muttered something congratulatory under his breath and backed away onto the bench. Holly settled in beside Jacob and bit back a smile.
“My, Mr. Westmore,” she murmured, “you clean up well.”
“I’m full of surprises, Mrs. Westmore,” he told her as they turned to face the minister. He didn’t let go of her hand, instead holding it tighter.
“Everyone, if you will now take your seats so we can begin,” the minister’s voice rang out. He started in on the ceremony, but Holly could barely hear his words above the sound of her blood pounding in her ears. She couldn’t focus on anything except this man beside her—this Beast in all his glory—rugged and loving and hers . Even the small distance between them felt too far and she found herself watching his chest to measure his breaths, then his lips, and his eyes. He caught her staring,
“Oh, hell no—” Alice started.
“ Alice ,” Holly interrupted, eyes pleading. “Can you give us a second?”
Alice looked reluctant, but then gave a nod and left. Not without shooting Chris daggers on her way out. “She’s charming. As always,” Chris scoffed as the door closed behind Alice. When he turned back to Holly, however, his voice softened. “So is that a yes?” He stood close enough for her to smell his cologne—a muted, perfumed smell, like flowers pressed in the center of an old book.
“Yes, of course,” Holly said. Her voice was nearly breathless.
A grin cut across his features. “Good.”
Chris swiveled around on his polished shoes and walked out victoriously. However, before he could make it out the door, Holly spoke out. “ Chris .”
He turned. She stepped over to meet him, her heels clicking on the wooden floors, and looked him dead in the eyes. “If you stand up and object or in any way try to ruin this wedding, I swear, my soon-to-be husband will tear your throat out. Understood?”
Chris’s mouth opened, and then shut, like a fish on a hook. Outside, she heard the piano music start up. Her cue. She nodded with a curt, professional, “Good,” and then turned to face the doors. “Keep up, please.” She was glad he couldn’t see her face, because she was secretly grinning like she’d just won the lottery. Had she really said that? Maybe she was going to like Mrs. Holly Westmore after all.
Holly reached for the door handle and, in one moment of decisiveness, pushed through. The view on the other side nearly took her breath away.
This was not how she’d thought her wedding would go down, in the middle of a ranch farm, thrown together at the last second by Jacob’s family. But she’d tried it her way once before. In a church, surrounded by flowers, white walls and high ceilings. Didn’t work out so well the first time. And this—the rustic benches, the fresh air, the arbor entwined with lilies—it just felt right .
And then there was the man (oh, the man ) grinning crookedly at the end of the aisle.
Her breath caught when she saw him. He wore black slacks and a formal black jacket, with a crisp white shirt and smart navy vest underneath. And, of course, that damn John Wayne-style Stetson hat that he’d worn the first time she’d laid eyes on him. Who knew that she would be in a wedding dress, only a week later—?
The look on his face when he saw her was equally priceless. He didn’t take his eyes off her—not once—as she walked down the aisle. She could feel Chris’s unease beside her, but she no longer cared. Out of the corner of her eye, in her row (her side was nearly empty while Jacob’s was very filled), she could see Alice, blubbering as promised.
Finally, she stepped up beside Jacob. Her heel caught on the stand, however, and she nearly tripped backwards. Two hands reached out for her—Jacob caught her first. “I’ve got her from here,” he said to empty-handed Chris and flashed him a smile. Holly could have sworn he’d extended his canines just for that smile. Chris muttered something congratulatory under his breath and backed away onto the bench. Holly settled in beside Jacob and bit back a smile.
“My, Mr. Westmore,” she murmured, “you clean up well.”
“I’m full of surprises, Mrs. Westmore,” he told her as they turned to face the minister. He didn’t let go of her hand, instead holding it tighter.
“Everyone, if you will now take your seats so we can begin,” the minister’s voice rang out. He started in on the ceremony, but Holly could barely hear his words above the sound of her blood pounding in her ears. She couldn’t focus on anything except this man beside her—this Beast in all his glory—rugged and loving and hers . Even the small distance between them felt too far and she found herself watching his chest to measure his breaths, then his lips, and his eyes. He caught her staring,
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