Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“You doubt my abilities, brother?” He rolls his eyes and grabs a piece of bacon off the counter.
“I doubt your attention to detail.”
“Relax. Today is going to go exactly how it’s supposed to.”
“That’s not what I’m hoping for. I want perfection.”
“Same difference.” He shrugs as he turns around to walk out and I throw a roll at the back of his head. As if knowing this was coming, he turns around and snatches it before it hits him. “Chill out, Boone, I got you.” With a wink, he leaves the kitchen, and I grumble.
“The chef said everything will be prepared on time,” Mrs. Birch says as she comes from the back. “You need to hurry if you’re going to be ready when she gets here.”
She unties her apron and smooths out her pretty dress before she looks me over. She straightens my tie and then grabs the flower off the table and pins it to my suit.
“Thank you,” I sigh, feeling nervous.
“She’s going to love this.” She pats me on the cheek and follows Curt out of the kitchen and into the backyard.
I walk to the front of the house and stand there with my hands in front of me, trying not to look nervous. In the distance, I see the car coming down the driveway and take a breath. I can see it in front of me when I exhale. The chill of winter has finally come to Hollow Oak. It’s a good thing, because today I need the temperature to stay low.
The driver pulls the car to the front of the house, and when Phoebe gets out of the back, she looks up at me in confusion. “What’s going on?”
I sent her to the salon early this morning and then to get some pampering before she came home. It was just enough time to get it all set up, and now the real surprise begins. I practically run down the steps because I can’t stand being away from her even for a moment. She smiles as she looks at me, and I can’t help but kiss her.
“What’s all this about?”
“I love your dress.” It’s a pale pink with lace all over it. It clings to her curves beautifully.
“Thank you. I thought it was silly to put it on, but when I tried it on in Valerie’s shop she said I should wear it out.”
“Let me show you something.” I take her hand in mine, and we walk inside.
“Something smells good.”
“Are you hungry?” I ask and she nods. “We’ll eat soon. Come out back with me.”
The way she’s looking at me with excited curiosity is so damn cute I want to fuck her right here in the foyer.
When we get to the doors that open onto the patio outside, she gasps. Up ahead is a snow-covered paradise, with white roses on every surface that would stay still. Everyone is here, and when they see us, they all stand and the music begins playing.
Phoebe turns to me with wide eyes. “What did you do?”
“I know our first wedding wasn’t exactly what you envisioned when you were a little girl, and I knew one day I would want to make that right. In all the years we talked about it, you never pushed, so I thought this was something I needed to take into my own hands.”
“Oh my god, you’re going to make me cry.” She fans her face like it will dry the oncoming tears.
“I love you so much, petal. You deserve a perfect wedding to go with our fairytale story.” I take her face in both my hands and bend down to kiss her. It’s heated and quickly turns from a small peck to something much more.
When she pulls back, her cheeks are red, and she bites her bottom lip. The crowd cheers and laughs as I pull her against me.
“So will you marry me again?” I nod toward the arch ahead that’s covered in white roses and snow. “It would be a shame to waste all these decorations.”
“You’re insane.” She goes up on her toes to give me another quick kiss. “But I love you, and yes, of course I’ll marry you again. I’d marry you a thousand times, Boone.”
“If that’s what you want, I’ll make it happen.”
“Don’t go crazy,” she laughs, and then her face turns serious. “I mean it, Boone, seriously don’t do this a thousand times.”
“Just on special occasions?” I hedge, and she shakes her head.
Taking her hand in mine, we turn toward the arch and walk slowly down the aisle. Our children are sitting with Mrs. Birch, and she wipes away happy tears when we pass her. Valerie and Tidas are on the other side, along with Donovan and Gracie. Curt is in the front as my best man, and I sigh with relief that he’s managed to help me pull this off.