Page 138 of Hunters and Prey

Chapter 22

The sweet smell ofhydrangeas filled Cailyn’s nostrils. It was the best smell in the world.

She carried the bouquet at chest height, her hands tightly gripping it as if someone might run up and steal them from her.

She’d be ready for them. No one would take her happiness ever again.

Nothing was better than seeing Asher standing at the altar.

Was she dreaming?

Her smile felt as though it took over her entire face.

All that Cailyn and Asher had endured together.

All of the years, they had spent falling in love with each other.

It led to that moment.

Her brother gave her hand a pat as he led her down the aisle. She beamed at him, giving him a peck on the cheek as they made their way along the white rose petals that led to Asher.

Everyone that loved her was there. Tessa grinned from her spot at the altar as her maid-of-honor.

Asher’s parents watched with delight from the front row.

Cecilia watched from the front row across from them. Tears streamed her face, and she didn’t even care to wipe them away.

A spring wedding in Paris.

This is what Cailyn had been waiting for all of her life.

Hunt kissed her cheek and stepped away to stand behind Asher’s brother, cousin, and best friend.

Cailyn stood before Asher, her heart full of so much love that it spilled forth in the form of tears.

He reached for her hands, taking them on his own.

“We did it,” he said to her in a whisper.

She nodded. “We did.”

No one else existed at that moment. The priest waited for them, respecting the gravity of that moment.

A tear escaped Asher’s eye. “I’m never letting you go.”

Cailyn smiled through tears and nodded. “I know,” she said. “This is not a dream.”

THE END

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