Page 207 of Heartbeats & Highways

Hoots and cheers went up from the audience.

“Now for my favorite part of the wedding,” Savage said with a grin. “We get to eat.”

“Such a romantic,” I teased.

“I’ll show you romance,” he quipped.

Savage rose and then helped me from my chair. We ambled our way to the tent. Cater waiters swarmed us and offered us finger food and napkins.

“We should get married just so we can have goat cheese stuffed figs wrapped in bacon,” Savage said after he swallowed.

“We could just have that whenever we want,” I pointed out. “They’re not hard to make.”

“But they taste better at weddings.”

“What’s gotten into you?”

He took my elbow and led me to the bar. He asked for a bourbon and a mocktail for me.

“I just think you’d look gorgeous in a wedding gown.” He shrugged.

“Uh-huh.” I arched a brow. “Before or after I give birth? Because as it stands, I’d have to waddle down the aisle.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes? To what?”

“My marriage proposal.”

“Your marriage—” I huffed. “If you’re trying to convince me to marry you, maybe you should put some thought into it.”

“Hmm. Maybe you’re right.”

“What’s she right about?” Willa asked as she pushed a pram toward us. Duke was next to her, holding a beer.

“That if he actually wants me to marry him, his proposal has to be more than justhey you’d look good in a wedding gown.”

Willa glared at Savage. “Seriously?”

“Oh, you think a big declaration is necessary,” Savage murmured. “Don’t you?”

“Well, kinda. It would be nice not for you to think I was a foregone conclusion,” I snapped.

“Hmm. For someone who said they never wanted to get married again, you’re getting kinda bent out of shape about a marriage proposal.”

Duke let out a laugh and Willa elbowed him in his side.

“I’m going to find the bathroom,” I stated. I pointed at Savage. “Don’t follow me. I’m mad at you.”

“Oh, more fig things,” Savage said, flagging down a waiter.

“Jerk,” I huffed.

I toddled toward the house. The kitchen was busy with catering staff restocking trays of food and drinks. I darted up the stairs toward the guest bedroom where the bridal party had gotten ready.

And came to a complete stop.

Brielle was pushed against a wall, a dark-haired man leaning over her. His hand was on her hip, and he stared at her like he wanted to consume her.

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