Page 104 of His Eighth Ride

Outside, she and Tag meandered to the edge of her garden, and such pride filled her. “I know I shouldn’t think I’m so amazing,” she said. “But look at my garden. There are peas and carrots and corn growing, Taggart. They’re growing.”

He didn’t laugh at her, but he did give her that gorgeous smile. “It’s pretty amazing, Opal.” He cleared his throat, and she looped her arm through his to let him know she was right here, right at his side. Not in front of him, not behind. Just at his side.

“I’ve been thinkin’,” he said gruffly. “What does a wedding look like for Opal Hammond?”

Of course she’d been thinking about marrying Tag. She loved him, and he loved her. The next logical step was marriage, especially because she wanted a family.

“I don’t know,” she said, the wind very nearly whipping away her words.

“Oh, that’s just not true.” Tag dropped his hand from his pocket and took hers safely inside his. “Here’s what I know: there will be a fabulous dress, and that might take some time to get. Gorgeous flowers everywhere, because you love the way they smell and the way they look. Your family surrounding you, the men in matching cowboy hats and ties.”

“No,” Opal finally said. “They won’t need matching ties.”

Tag chuckled and leaned over to kiss her. “What will I wear?”

“A gorgeous tuxedo,” she whispered. “And a silver tie, to mimic the stars. A big, smiling cowboy hat and matching boots you’ve polished all the dirt from, though you’ve probably weeded my vegetable garden only an hour earlier.”

She smiled up at him and touched her mouth to his. “And you’ll have a pure white rose in your lapel that will signal how pure and amazing our love is.”

“And your bouquet will only be silver and white,” Tag whispered back, his lips catching on hers as he spoke, and then catching to kiss her properly. “The only color will come from the guests, from the flowers, and from the food.”

“I’d like to serve dinner and have dancing.”

“And this would take place…?”

Opal hesitated, because while she’d thought a lot about marrying Tag and being Tag’s wife and living with Tag here, she had skipped over the actual event that got her there. A lot of women dreamt of their wedding day, and Opal could admit she’d thought of it a time or two. But she’d been so focused on other things, and she had quite a bit going on right now with the construction, and continuing to build her relationship with Tag, and still coming into the woman God wanted her to be.

“I don’t know,” Opal said. “I’ll talk to Jane and Molly. There are some great reception centers in the city.”

“Do you want to get married in the city?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “We could get married here or at my uncle’s place. I suppose it depends on the time of year too. Outdoor weddings require certain weather, and if we do something indoors, then the weather is a non-issue.”

“Honeybear, I’m pretty sure you’d like an indoor wedding over an outdoor one.”

“You’re right about that,” she murmured. “And it’s June already.”

“Give me a timeline,” Tag said gently. “Are we talking an autumnal wedding? A winter wedding? Am I waiting until next spring to move in with you?”

Opal took a moment to consider his questions. “Can I call my mom and talk to her about it?”

“Of course, honeybear.”

“Traveling for them might be hard in the winter, but maybe they could just come down here and live with me while we plan the wedding.” Opal honestly didn’t know what her parents might do. She knew the roads between Ivory Peaks and Coral Canyon were cleared in the winter, but snowstorms were unpredictable, and she absolutely had to have her daddy walk her down the aisle.

“Taggart,” she said.

“Mm?”

“I want something big and fancy for our wedding.”

“And there it is.” He laughed right out loud and turned into her. “You really hadn’t thought of it until now?”

“Not entirely.”

“Opes,” Mikey called. “We’re headed back to the farmhouse.”

She turned toward her brother and his family and waved. “It looks good, right?”

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