Page 175 of Butter My Biscuit

“We’re going to hell,” he tells me as we laugh.

“In a handbasket,” I add.

“I’d go through the fire for you and with you,” he says, pulling me closer. “I’d fuck you right in the chapel if you wanted.”

“Don’t you dare tempt me,” I whisper.

“Hey, y’all shouldn’t still be in here,” one of the ladies from the church says. “We’re trying to lock up.”

Harrison and I run off, holding each other’s hands like we’re kids. Then, we hop in the truck and head to the barn.

I try to smooth my hair down on my head and glance at him.

“You look guilty as fuck.”

“Because I am,” I say, blowing him a kiss. “No regrets.”

We park on the side of the barn, and as soon as I enter, I walk around the perimeter of the dance floor that’s set up in the entryway to make sure everything is exactly where it should be. The horses were moved to another barn temporarily, just for this. My family plans to party until midnight, but we’ll see how long they last.

“It looks incredible in here,” Harrison says even though we walked through it earlier today.

With the hanging lights, it just creates a completely different atmosphere. Smiles and shock fill the faces of my friends and family. I know I’m good at this, and no one can convince me otherwise.

“You’re beautiful, wifey,” he says, interlocking our fingers.

And I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing it.

I smile wide. “I love you.”

“Love you.” He taps my nose.

The only thing that pulls me away is Summer and Beckett entering the barn. London and her band play as they dance together as husband and wife. They’re completely enamored and happy to be married.

“They look at each other the same way we do,” I say.

He wraps his arm around me, pulling me into a dance. “True love, baby.”

“It’s the best.” I know the night has just begun, but I’m ready to leave so we can be together. “Did you practice your speech?”

“Yeah. And I’m keeping in all the juicy bits.” He laughs.

“Don’t you dare,” I warn him as he gives me that look.

After they dance, Beckett and Summer find me, pulling me into a hug.

“Thank you,” Beckett whispers. “Totally owe you.”

When he lets me go, I laugh. “I’ll remind you of that the next time I need Harrison to have a day or two off.”

Summer wraps her arm around him. “I’ll make sure it happens. Thank you for making sure today was … perfect.”

“You two deserve it. Happy for you. Now, please go eat some of that yummy food before you get too occupied, chatting with everyone.” I push them toward the buffet table and continue playing wedding planner.

Then, I notice Remi is off to the side with Haley. Remi is expressionless, but she’s always been great at pretending she’s fine. The girl is like Alcatraz when it comes to her expressing her emotions publicly.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell Harrison before making my way over to them.

“Be quick,” he tells me, his hand slides across the small of my back.

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