Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Reason to celebrate.
But first, I’ll make sure I take everything in, and remember every waking moment of this ceremony for the rest of my life.
The vows we whisper, the way he looks at me with longing in those fierce green eyes, the all-consuming God-I-love-you kiss in front of all our guests...
No other word fits besides magical.
Unfortunately, the real moment no one will ever forget happens after the ceremony.
Smiling at each other, hand in hand, Quinn and I walk out of the church proudly. People line the sidewalk, clapping as we walk toward the limo—another fun thing Mother insisted on—that will take us to the hotel for the reception.
We’re about to make a perfectly pretty exit for the cameras when, seemingly out of nowhere, a black goat, bleating loudly, breaks through the line of people.
A split second later, Owl comes barreling through the crowd, barking his head off.
People shout and scatter, but that doesn’t stop the animals.
“Son of a biscuit eater!” Granny yells as she does a full whirl that’d put any of my best performances to shame—and flies right into Robert Duncan’s arms.
Hellboy’s hooves click on the concrete sidewalk as he gallops toward me with Owl on his heels.
Before either of us can react, Hellboy snatches the bouquet of flowers right out of my hands and goes running around the limo.
Owl pauses just long enough to look at me with mournful eyes, as if to say, ‘Sorry, I tried to keep him home.’
Then he continues on a wild tear after Hellboy, herding him back in the direction from which they came.
“Guess somebody got pissed we forgot his invitation,” Quinn says, trying to make sense of it.
The crowd erupts with laughter as everyone watches Owl chase Hellboy, who’s still carrying my bouquet in his mouth, away from the church. Uncle Dean’s farm is at least a good mile away.
“I just want to know how they timed it so perfectly,” Dad says with a smile. “Wouldn’t be Dallas without a few surprises.”
“Right?” Uncle Dean says, elbowing him in the side. “Hey, you think we could get the footage to go viral? Everybody loves animals. We could make a fortune off that craziness.”
Quinn and I both look at each other, laughing, and slide into the car.
A sign our married life won’t have a dull moment, if there ever was one.
Once we’re tucked in the back seat, he kisses me, then pulls an envelope out of his pocket and hands it to me.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Early wedding present. Open it.”
Too curious not to, I tear it open and pull out the slip of paper. Reading the first line, my heart swells. I have to blink back tears as I look up at him. “Yearly VIP seats...to the New York City Ballet?”
“Your ma said it was the most prestigious.”
“It is, but this letter says it’s for two VIP seats.”
“I’ve never seen a ballet, but this was me thinking ahead.” He glances at the letter. “This way, we’re guaranteed some time alone—minus any goats or dogs or future kids—at least a couple times a year.”
My heart does a freaking cartwheel as I kiss him three more times, one after the next.
“I. Love. You,” I whisper, loving his foxy smile. Honestly, I never understood ’foxy’ before, but Quinn Faulkner definitely fits with sly sexiness incarnate.
“I know,” he replies before kissing me again like he has something to prove.
Maybe he does.
His lips, teeth, and tongue show me exactly how much the man I just hitched adores me—and why we were always destined to shatter the best friend zone.