Page 45 of Cowboy Superstar

“What, you love the traffic, smog, and pretentious assholes?”

She didn’t have to even think about it. “Nope.”

“Then why stay? You can travel for work if you need to go back.”

“True. And the air is so much fresher here.”

“And the cowboys are hot.”

“Sylvia!”

“What? I’m pregnant, not blind.”

“All right, ladies. Next shot.”

They both giggled and then got back into character.

During the wedding scene, Windsor couldn’t help but think about Sylvia’s question about wedding bells, especially when Bo was saying his vows as Jesse.

“I do,” he said.

He was staring into her eyes, but Windsor felt it all the way to her soul.

Was she crazy? It hadn’t even been a month.

Does time really matter when it feels like this? The voice bubbled up from within her as George Russ, playing the preacher, said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

It wasn’t in the script for them to kiss. It was a mail-order-bride wedding, but Bo leaned down anyway and brushed his lips over hers.

The entire set was hushed, and Windsor held her breath.

“And cut! Fuck, Bo, that was perfect. Good improv. We’re keeping it! Okay, reset. Let’s get the shot from behind the preacher. Kiss her again, just like that.”

Bo smiled. “Hope you don’t mind. I couldn’t resist.”

“Do you want to marry me?” Windsor hadn’t planned the question, but it came out anyway.

His head tilted ever so slightly to the side. “I do.”

“No, not for the movie.”

“I know.”

Windsor’s breath caught, and her mouth dropped open.

“Okay. Let’s go again. George, on my cue.”

With her mind blown, Windsor nearly forgot her line. Thank God it was as simple as I do.

As soon as they finished the shots for the scene and broke for lunch, Windsor grabbed Bo’s hand.

“Did you mean that?”

“Sweetheart, when are you going to realize I only say what I mean?”

“You really want to marry me?”

“I figured I’d ask first. But that’s definitely the plan.”