Page 29 of The Mountain Man's Mail Order Surprise
"I didn't do anything. Jordyn and Talia and apparently every woman in Crimson Hollow decided our courthouse wedding wasn't good enough. They've been planning all day while I was dealing with the accident."
"Planning what?"
"A sunset ceremony at Iron Vine Estate. Nothing big, just family and a few close friends. Sage is handling the food, Luna found you a dress somehow, and Jordyn's been directing operations like a general."
Tears prick my eyes. "They did that for me?"
"They did it for us. Because you're family now, and family deserves a real wedding." He wipes away a tear with his thumb. "Is that okay? I know we talked about simple..."
"It's perfect." And I mean it. The thought of his family, these people who barely know me, coming together to make sure I have a beautiful wedding day, makes my heart feel too big for my chest.
"Good. Because I'm pretty sure they would have killed me if you said no."
I laugh, the sound shaky but genuine. "When do I get to see the dress?"
"Talia's bringing it by in the morning, along with whatever other mysterious wedding things women apparently need. I'm banished to Noah's house after breakfast."
"Traditional."
"Jordyn insisted. Something about bad luck and making sure I appreciate you properly when I see you walking down the aisle."
As if I could be more beautiful than I already am to him. The thought makes my lingering doubts feel small and petty.
"Rosco?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry about today. About being weird when you called. I just... I got scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Of this feeling too good to be true. Of getting too attached and having it all fall apart."
He pulls me closer, his expression serious. "I can't promise there won't be more days like today. Emergency calls, long hours, times when work has to come first. But I can promise you'll never have to wonder where you stand with me. You and this baby, you're my priority. Always."
The sincerity in his voice breaks through the last of my walls, and I know without a doubt I’m falling hard for this man, and its far too late to stop it.
"It’s driving me crazy knowing I have to wait even longer to make this official. But tomorrow, I get to marry you on a mountaintop and become the luckiest man on earth."
"Tomorrow." Hope blooms in my chest. "I can't wait."
"Me either." He kisses me again, deeper this time. "But right now, I'm starving and I smell like construction site. How about I shower while you heat up whatever incredible thing you cooked, and then we can celebrate our last night as unmarried people?"
"I like that plan."
"Good. Because I have several ideas about how to celebrate."
The heat in his voice makes my skin flush. Tomorrow we'll be husband and wife. Two people who found each other against all odds, making the most of every moment we have.
And for the first time all day, that feels like more than enough.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ROSCO
Iwake up on my wedding day to an empty bed and the sound of female voices coming from my kitchen. Lots of female voices. And what sounds like someone moving furniture.
A glance at the clock shows it's barely seven am. What the hell is happening in my house?
