Page 112 of Keeping Kaitlyn

“I don’t have to say it, do I, Ritchie Rich?” Ryan says in a quiet tone and I shake my head no.

He doesn’t.

Take care of her.

“Nope.” Giving him a smirk, I take Kait’s hand in mine and pull her close. “You, look beautiful,” I tell her, reaching up to brush the hair away from her forehead.

She smiles at me, beautiful blue gaze fixed on mine and blurry with tears. “So do you.”

Because I can never help myself when it comes to her, I lean down and kiss her, her mouth soft and warm against mine. Behind me, Jerard clears his throat while I pull away from her with a smile.

“We’re ready when you are, Jerard,” I say, my eyes never leaving hers. We’re more than ready.

We beat the odds.

We found each other.

Kait and I have already won.

Clearing his throat, Jerard starts to say the words while, just like the last time, it all floats away and all that’s left is the two of us. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here, in the presence of family and friends, to bless and bear witness to the reunion of Kaitlyn Nicole Barrett and Wentworth James Fiorella...”

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