I nod and tell him truthfully, “I would marry you today.”
He stares into my eyes. “Two weeks from today. We’re getting married.”
He’s looking at me like I’m going to change my mind or something. “Okay.”
He pulls me to him. “Bree, I’m not joking. We’re getting married in two weeks.”
I smile and cup his face with my hands. “Logan Brody, I can’t wait.”
He scoops me up in his arms and swings me around. I’m laughing when he stops spinning and starts carrying me down the hall.
“We should probably celebrate.”
I nod as he puts me on my feet next to the bed. I pull the T-shirt I’m wearing off my body. “Yeah, we should definitely celebrate.”
He pulls his shorts down and kicks them off his legs. I don’t even wait for him to ask; I jump into his arms, and my legs go around his waist.
He holds me like he never wants to let me go.
Together, we fall onto the bed. We’re both where we’re meant to be, and we’re ready for a future that is ours.
CHAPTER 21
LOGAN
I pull at my collar and look around the church.
My brother Miller whispers to me, “You okay?”
I turn to look at him. “Where is she?”
He laughs and looks at his watch. “We still have fifteen minutes before the ceremony even starts.”
I look around at the small crowd. We invited our family, but half of them are standing up beside me. My sister is somewhere in the church with my soon-to-be bride, and I’m getting impatient. I start walking down the aisle, and my mom stops me. “Honey, where are you going?”
I look at her and my dad. They’re both tan and happy-looking. They’ve been on several cruises overthe last few months, but they cut their trip short to come home for my wedding. “I’m going to get my bride.”
I lean down and kiss Mom’s cheek and then hug my dad. With a determined stride, I walk to the back of the church and listen for my fiancée. I hear my sister talking, and I follow her voice. When I get to the door where they’re at, I knock loudly.
Their talking stops, but no one answers the door.
“Bree!” I demand.
I can hear her walk to the door, but she doesn’t open it. “Logan… what are you doing?”
Half-frustrated, I ask, “What are you doing?”
She giggles. “Uh, I’m getting ready for our wedding.”
I lean my forehead against the wood door. “Well, are you almost done?”
Slowly, the door opens, and I raise up. I’m not the least bit prepared for the vision in front of me. “Bree…” I breathe.
She smiles widely at me. “Logan.”
She pulls the door open wider, and I look at her. She’s wearing a form-fitting white dress, her hair is flowing down her shoulders, and her lips are painted a pretty pink. She literally takes my breath away. “You’re so beautiful.”
She leans against the doorway. “You’re pretty handsome yourself.”
