Gabby blinked. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she had to focus on what he was saying. This couldn’t possibly be happening. He’d said that their kisses hadn’t meant anything. That he was done with her. “What?”
He took her hand and placed it over his heart. “I’m in love with you. It took far too long to get wise enough to see it, but I’m wholly aware now that you are all I want. I love you, Gabby Fredericks.”
“What?” The three little words she’d hoped for had come from his lips, but she was almost too stunned to take them in.
Wyatt dipped his head and chuckled. “Can you please say something other than ‘what’?”
She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to make sense of what was going on. “You love me?”
He slid his arm around her back and pulled her closer as he nodded. “With all my heart. Forever and always. This was my last ride, and I’d like to start a new ride with you.”
“But…you were so angry…”
“Because at the time, I didn’t know my sister was the mastermind behind the whole scheme to make me jealous.” He grinned. “And I’m glad she did it. I wasn’t angry with you. I was angry because I had feelings for you, and I was afraid. I’m hoping I’m not too late. You think you can forgive me for being so stupid?”
Tears pricked her eyes as she smiled. “I don’t know. You were pretty stupid,” she said, laughing as tears streaked down her cheeks.
“I can’t deny that.” He smiled. “Will you let me love you to make up for it? I promise I won’t be that stupid ever again.”
“I think that’ll work. I’ll make sure you aren’t, even if I have to spell everything out.”
The crowd roared as he brought his lips down to hers. She circled her arms around his neck, and it seemed as if the noise of the crowd grew louder than before. They broke the kiss, and he touched his forehead to hers. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
The three words she’d waited a lifetime for, dreamed of hearing—and not a single dream came close to how they sounded coming from his lips. He loved her.
Epilogue
New Year’s Eve…
Carrie Anne’s wedding day had one little bump. The family had scrambled to find large tents when a snowstorm unexpectedly popped up on the radar. It had dumped six inches the night before, and Wyatt’s baby sister was beside herself.
Josiah had come to the rescue big time. A client of his who had purchased commercial property happened to own a rental shop. He’d put in a call, and the company had them driven from Dallas that next morning with just enough time for the ceremony to start.
Wyatt, Bear, and Josiah had taken on the task of clearing the snow so the guests wouldn’t be walking in cold wet sludge before the affair was over. It had taken quick work and a lot of shoveling, but they’d managed to clear it in time to get the tents up.
The actual ceremony, however, was nice. It was simple, which Wyatt liked. They’d all worn tuxes with little purple peonies pinned on the lapel. The bridesmaids, all five of them, wore knee-length purple dresses to match. There was the exchange of vows with Carrie Anne bawling like a baby, and Wyatt was pretty sure Israel had shed a few tears.
His favorite part was when he was able to loosen his tie. If he didn’t know any better, his brother had been trying to choke him. That thing was so tight that a few times he wondered if his head wasn’t turning beet red. If he took nothing else away from this wedding, it was that Bear was never touching his ties again.
Carrie Anne sidled up next to him as guests danced on the dance floor. “It’s less than an hour until the new year. Got any resolutions?”
He cut a glance at her. “Maybe.”
“I hope you’ve adopted a smarter, swifter way of life.”
“Hush. I’ll mess up your hair.”
She popped him on the arm. “You do, and I’ll have a posse on you so fast you’ll wish you hadn’t. This is four hours of work.”
“Four hours? What did they use? Curlers harvested from the tips of Mount Everest?”
“No, and shut up.”
His shoulders bounced as he laughed. “I’m just messing with you. You’re so pretty you made your husband cry.”
“Now was that so hard?”