Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 25071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Duke grinned and dipped her back, holding her weight with one arm as he kissed her. When he tilted her back up, she had to cling to him to stop herself from falling into a puddle at his feet. Whoa. It felt like his kisses were more potent today.
Maybe it was because he was now her husband.
“That was some kiss.”
Duke grinned. “More where that came from, baby.”
“Oh, goody.”
“Everyone,” Millie called out. “It is my huge pleasure to introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Canton!”
“All right, shall I do it here?” Sunny asked.
“Here’s good,” Millie replied cheerfully. “Come on, everyone, gather round. It’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet.”
It had been an amazing day. Her cheeks ached from smiling. She glanced over at her handsome husband.
Damn, she liked that word.
Husband.
She got to keep that man.
“Right, Sunny,” Millie told her. “Turn around and then throw the bouquet on the count of three.”
Sunny grinned at everyone, then spun so she was facing away from them. “One. Two. Three!” The bouquet went flying over her head and she turned to see who had caught it.
Her jaw dropped and laughter broke free as she saw Royal standing there like the cat who’d drunk all the cream, the bouquet in his hands.
“Yes, twin!” Baron said with a whoop, holding up his hand for Royal to high-five him. “Looks like we’re getting married.”
We?
Oh, good Lord.
Although she shouldn’t be surprised that they planned to share a woman.
Sunny walked over to where her friends stood. Betsy looked rather pale.
“This is not good for me,” Betsy muttered, staring at her sons with chagrin. “I’m not ready for the two of them to get married.”
“I’m sure you’ve still got a few years until you have to worry about that,” Sunny reassured her.
“Do I? There is one thing I know about those two and that is that they’ll always do the unexpected.”
“Sunny, are you ready for your honeymoon?” Livvy asked with a grin.
“We’re not going on a honeymoon.” Livvy knew that, so why was she asking?
“Aren’t you?” Tabby asked. “Hmm, then what was that envelope on the table?”
They were all grinning at her, and she walked over to the table where the wedding cake sat. It was pale pink and covered with white flowers. On the top was a black cut-out of a bride and groom embracing next to a motorbike. Several gifts had been left next to the cake, even though they’d told everyone not to buy them anything. And there was an envelope with their names on it.
She glanced over as Duke approached. “I was told there was something we needed to open now.”
“I have a feeling that our friends have been up to no good. Open it?” She handed him the envelope.
He nodded, ripping open the envelope and staring at the letter inside. “Jesus, you guys shouldn’t have done this.”
She glanced at the note. “Son-of-a-peach!”
“It’s just three nights away,” Reyes said.
“At a luxury log cabin outside of Philipsburg?” Sunny was in shock.
“It’s a bit of a drive, so tonight you’re staying in Bozeman,” Razor told them.
“Then three nights in the cabin,” Dahlia added, clapping her hands together excitedly. “So romantic.”
“Don’t worry about work,” Madden told Duke with a grin. “I have your clients covered.”
“And we’re taking Hatter,” Millie added.
“I can’t believe you guys did this for us!” Sunny cried, moving around to hug each of them. “You’re the best friends we could ever have.”
“We’re family, aren’t we?” Betsy asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “We’re family.”
9
Sunny swayed back and forth on the wooden rocking chair, looking out at the forest as she fiddled with the charm bracelet around her wrist.
This place was idyllic.
She couldn’t believe that their friends had gifted them three nights here. It was gorgeous. Quiet and peaceful.
And far enough away from their neighbors that they wouldn’t hear her scream.
She winced at that thought. But she knew she had one heck of a punishment coming her way.
Duke was not going to be impressed when she told him about the Fox’s visit.
She’d thought about telling him last night. However, they’d been so tired by the time they’d gotten to Bozeman that they’d just sort of fallen into bed.
And she hadn’t wanted to travel the rest of the way on a sore bottom, so she’d figured she would wait.
Hatter would love it here. She’d brought Moody, but Duke had told her that Sparkle Pony was too big to come.
Who knew what mischief he was getting up to at home.
She shuddered to think.
“Everything is unpacked,” Duke told her, walking out of the cabin and leaning against the porch railing.
“This place is so beautiful. Not sure I’ll ever want to leave. Can we come back again sometime?”
He grinned down at her. “We just got here, but sure. I’ll bring you back each anniversary if you want.”
“Aw, you’re so romantic.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m not. But I do like to make you happy.”