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Ezra nodded. “Right. And you two are the cutest couple. Sully can’t wait to take more pictures.” Brooklyn, Rand Shepard’s wife, was our photographer today. She had moved everything around to be here today, and I couldn’t have been happier.

I reached for Cole’s hand. “Ready, Casanova?”

“Ready, baby,” Cole answered.

MY FACE HURT FROM SMILING. My feet ached from dancing. I had barely stopped moving since the reception started, and I had never been happier. Right now, I was out on the dance floor with Zach, who was showing off in the best way. He had taken off his shoes, removed his suit coat, and was showing Archer Hampton and Jack Carey how to do the perfect pirouette, their legs bent and their arms out. Cole stood across the room, and I found myself walking to him when he winked.

“Come with me.” I tugged his arm to lead him out the door. The sky was full of bright stars as we headed outside, and when we got to the dock, I leaned up to kiss him.

Cole’s eyes danced with happiness. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I whispered. I bit my lip as I looked out at the lake. “I can’t believe that it was eight years ago when I saw you coming out of your parents’ wedding. It felt like a dream.”

He nodded. “I was already in love with you. I just hadn’t realized it yet.” He gripped the back of my neck with his big palm.

“I never thought I stood a chance with you.”

“Baby, you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

I smiled through blurry eyes. “I’m still mad that Bryant got your first kiss.”

“You have my heart, baby. It’s always been you.” Cole pulled me toward him until our lips met, and I leaned against him as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. Kissing him would never grow old. I wanted to do it for the rest of my life. And luckily, I could.

Cole suddenly pulled back. “Holy shit.”

“What?” I spun around to see what he was looking at. Two figures were obviously making out by my parents’ house, and if Ididn’t know better, I would think one of them was Silas. But who was my brother all over like that?

Cole chuckled. “Looks like your brother is having a good time.” He tightened his grip on me when I tried to get away. “Let Silas have his fun.”

“Fine, but tomorrow I’m going to have a word with my little brother. He’s reckless.”

“He’s young. He’s just enjoying himself.”

I pouted. “Whatever.” I resisted the urge to go over there, because Cole was right. And Silas was an adult.

“Are you excited for our honeymoon? Hawaii is a tradition in my family. First Maverick and Jackson, then Dad and Dean.” Cole gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

I nodded. “And now us.”

I couldn’t wait to see my husband in a pair of swim shorts, all ripped and gorgeous on the beach. Have others drool over him knowing I would be the one he went home with. The one he loved. And I couldn’t wait for Cole to see the new panties I had packed in my suitcase.

“You’re going to look stunning on the beach,” he whispered. “Can’t wait to see you all oiled up with suntan lotion in a pair of barely there shorts.”

I slid my hand up his chest. “Ditto.” I kissed him softly, and he deepened it. He gripped my head between his hands, and I moaned when our tongues tangled together. Kissing him felt like coming home.

“Thank you for marrying me today,” Cole murmured. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, baby.”

I sniffed. “It was my honor, Casanova.”

The End