Page 88 of Moonlit Hideaway

“Gotta keep this little troublemaker in line,” Ruth said with a wink.

Emma giggled and hugged her pet. “Oh, Ollie, you just had to steal the show, didn’t you?”

Sierra held Hank’s hand, smiling at the memories just made. “I don’t think I could have asked for a more memorable wedding.”

“I agree,” Hank said. “Mayor Winston, I think that’s our cue to wrap this up before any more memorable moments ensue.”

“I hereby pronounce you husband and wife,” the mayor proclaimed. “You may kiss the bride.”

Hank’s lips claimed hers, and the world faded along with the noise and tumult of the festival. The kiss exploded like fireworks, heralding a new beginning full of stars and adventure. Wherever she wandered, Hank was her lodestone—the heart she’d always return to—her safe harbor.

Distantly, the crowd's cheers swelled, and congratulations flew their way… but the only one who mattered was Hank. Always Hank. Forever Hank.

“Ready for our next adventure, Mrs. Whitman?”

Sierra laced her fingers with his, thinking of his new yacht, christenedSeajane Melody. “Anywhere your course leads, Captain. I’m all yours.”