Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Tonight, you and me, we have a date.”
“Date? Aren’t we already engaged? And let’s face it, you’ve already knocked me up.”
A smug grin lifted his lips and he moved his left hand, sliding it over her belly, petting her. “I did. But I want to take you out and celebrate.”
“We’re going to be at a wedding party for the majority of the day. I’m going to be exhausted.”
“We can have the date in bed.” He nuzzled her. “Let me borrow a kiss and I promise I’ll give it back to you tonight. Here. In our bed.”
“You have a wedding to get to. I’ll be along shortly.”
“You’re coming with me now. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Another hard, fast kiss and he had her feet on the floor.
Hope didn’t say a word, just let him pull her along and tuck her into his vehicle and drive to where the groomsmen were meeting to change. The space looked stunning, and her lips curved up as she took in the decorations around the building that housed Rock Falls Custom Restorations.
The bride-to-be and her bridesmaids were tucked away in the old barn which had been converted. But the groomsmen and the groom were walking down toward the front. Before they took their places, Tully and Linc walked up to her and enveloped her in a hug.
“Congratulations, sweetheart,” Linc murmured.
“I’m the better choice for a godfather,” Tully said, before kissing her cheek.
Blinking back her tears, she kissed them both and blew one in the direction of Mitchell, who watched the three of them with nothing but love in his eyes.
The bridesmaids walked up and took their positions across from the groomsmen and she smiled as she looked at the scene. She’d settled in her chair when Greer skipped up to her and grasped her arm.
“Everything okay, sweetie?”
“Aunt Dawson said I was supposed to come get you. You’re in the wedding with us.”
“I don’t think so, Greer. I’m only a guest.”
“Nope,” she said confidently. “You’re in the wedding. Come on. Aunt Dawson is anxious to marry Uncle Tully.”
Snapping her head up, she saw Tully nodding at her, beckoning her up to the front. Panic hit her but Mitchell crooked his finger in her direction as well.
She made her way up, Greer holding her hand, and found herself wedged in across from where Mitchell stood. Emma smiled at her.
“I’ll be back, Mama. I have to spread the petals for Aunt Dawson.” With that, Greer ran up to the barn, laughter trailing after her.
Emma reached out and took her hand, squeezing it. “Welcome to the family,” she said.
Tears burned her eyes as she returned the squeeze and found Mitchell’s warm gaze upon her face.
“I love you,” he mouthed.
And God, did she feel loved.