Colt hasn’t been able to take his eyes off her. Like she’s some exotic creature from another land… Would serve him right…
It’s been a month since I proposed all over again to Isabella. Since my family finally took their heads out of their asses and saw her the way I do. As a beautiful, warm, giving, intelligent woman.
L.T. and Leeland love her. I knew they would.
She’s my everything.
I could go on and on.
But for now, I stand at the end of this makeshift aisle, the sun shining down from above causing me to sweat even more in this infernal tuxedo… and I wait.
All the guests are seated, and the music starts up.
Colt, as my best man, escorts Ashlee first. He towers over her, but anyone watching would think she’s the one dragging him along. I can’t stop the chuckle that escapes as I get a glimpse of Colt’s expression.
He’s toast.
And then L.T. and Leeland walk down the aisle carrying pillows with fake rings attached. For all of ten seconds I panic. Where are the rings? I pat down my pockets and then Colt steps up beside me.
“I’ve got ’em, asshole.” God bless my brother.
“Right.” Jesus Christ, my hands are shaking. The boys arrive, and L.T. takes his place beside Colt.
Leeland wraps himself around my legs.
Before I can do anything about my son, the music changes and everyone rises from their seats.
Isa.
I don’t deserve her.
Dressed in white lace, curls tumbling around her shoulders from beneath intricately pinned flowers and lace, my Isa looks like an angel.
Blue eyes sparkle back at me when her gaze flicks down to Leeland at my feet.
And that smile.
God.
That smile.
Without thinking about it, I’m grinning back obnoxiously.
I fucking love this woman.
And then she stops.
Turns to the side and hitches her dress up just enough to show off…
Cowboy boots.
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
—The End—
