Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
When she gets to my feet, I lean down and gently remove the wedding rings from her collar. It was important to both of us that Princess be part of the wedding. She’s a part of our family.
She settles beside me just as Cadence and Laura make their way down the path. Then it’s finally time for my woman. She practically floats down the path, her smile brighter than the sun.
My chest tightens as I make a silent vow to give her a million reasons to smile. Her happiness will always be my priority. I’ll make sure she feels loved and adored every day for the rest of our lives.
When she arrives in front of me, I clasp her delicate hands in my own. She’s been working with clay again. I set up a separate part of the workshop that’s far enough away from my welding she’s not likely to get hurt.
She enjoys having a dedicated space for her clay creations and I even ordered a top-of-the-line kiln. But I love having her nearby for selfish reasons. It makes it easy to sneak in and steal a few kisses when we’re between projects.
We recite our vows. She’s teary and I’m allergic to the damn pollen in this forest. That’s why I’m blinking back tears as I repeat the words that will make her mine forever.
When I lift her veil, she beams up at me. “I love you, my warrior.”
Every time she calls me that, I think back to our stolen moment in the store dressing room. She knows it too. It’s her way of reminding me of all the fun things we’ll do tonight as husband and wife. “I love you, my queen.”
I lean down to kiss her, my heart overflowing with love for this woman. I can’t wait to start our married life together.
EPILOGUE
MOLLY
“Have you seen my earring? I think I lost it in the bedding,” I call over my shoulder as I pretend to search our big, comfy bed while bent over.
“No,” Trace calls from the bathroom where he’s brushing his teeth. My husband and I have been married for just over a year, and I love our life together. We spend our days in his workshop. Me with my clay creation and him on his welding. Although, we have spent the past six months collaborating on a very special project.
We worked together to create a special all-access park in Courage County. It’s designed to be accessible to everyone, including families with mobility issues.
Designing it was something we both felt strongly about after we watched our friend, Ranger Scott, growing frustrated when he was playing with his kids in the park. His power wheelchair made it more difficult for him to join their games.
After talking about it and coming up with a few rough ideas, we brought the concept to him a few weeks later. He loved it and gave us some great feedback. We also brought in Mallory Scott to hear her thoughts too.
Now the project is complete and it’s opening day. I couldn’t be prouder of what we’ve created, or the way Trace was so committed to getting every detail right. He even funded the park, though no one knows that but me. It’s officially a gift from his foundation, carefully hidden under shell companies.
I stop pretending to search the bed and straighten, putting a hand to my back as I do. All of that time I spend stooping over to work on my pottery is taking a toll.
I might have to start my yoga videos again. But every time I do, Trace sits down and watches my workout. It’s all of five minutes before he has me out of those yoga pants and on my back, stretching me in entirely different ways.
Shaking my head, I grumble under my breath to Princess, “He’s not paying attention to me at all.”
She meows as if she understands how frustrating the big mountain man can be.
When he moves into the bedroom to slip into his fancy blue dress shirt, I pretend to drop my phone under the bed. I don’t really need one because I use his phone most of the time, but Trace insisted I have one in case there was ever an emergency when we’re apart. That’s pretty rare though. The two of us are usually doing something together.
“Oops,” I say and bend over to grab it. I can still bend now. I looked it up. Totally safe for me to bend.
My husband must have noticed this time because he’s finally across the room behind me. His fingertips brush the bottom of my sleep shorts, touching the frilly edges. “You need something from me, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” I answer unable to hold back my moan when he pulls down my shorts. Cool air rushes over my skin and his fingers probe my entrance. I already know he’ll find me wet. So very wet and aching for my man.