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Maybe love is always like this. I don’t know. All I do know is I love this man. That hasn’t diminished once in the past three years, and, if anything, it’s only grown. Like the garden behind our house and the metal Noah twists into beautiful creations, it’s expanded and flourished with each passing day.

Noah King and I were never meant to be enemies. But hell if we weren’t meant to be. And I’ll fight anyone who tries to tell me otherwise.

Ash whoops as Noah smiles against my lips. Someone claps politely. Jackson, I’m guessing. Remi mumbles something aboutstill gross, no matter how many times I see it. And a truck door shuts nearby. Lawson, I’d wager, with his new spouse. My parents will likely show up soon, once someone texts them the news. And Noah and I will tell Clementine and Hazel in the morning, although I’m sure neither of our horses will be surprised.

But for now?

For now, there’s my fiancé’s lips pressing again and again to mine.

There’s his, “I love you, Colt,” like a promise whispered strong and true.

There’s the way my heart skips and mellows, as it does any time he’s near.

And there’s my own vow, my hand pressing Noah’s palm to the front of my throat. Reins, freely given to the one person I trust never to lead me astray.

Noah fucking King.

Soon, my husband.

But always, forevermore, the man who toppled me brim over boot in love.

The End