Standing proud and dashing, in perfect black and white finery, was Harlan. His brown hair was slicked back from his forehead, and there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his hazel eyes as she stopped before him and her escorts took their seats. The vicar stood with a Bible in his hand and waited for them to hold hands.
As they did, Leah leaned over to whisper to Harlan, “I can’t believe you planned all of this without my knowledge.”
He shrugged. “It wasn’t difficult to prepare once I’d properly worn you out last night.”
Leah could feel her face bloom with color, but it was more from awareness than embarrassment. “You are insufferable.”
His focus cleared and she could feel her heart skip a beat when he said, “That may be, but I will spend the rest of my life loving you.”
“That is good,” she said with adoration for him filling up her heart. “Because I offer the same vow to you.”
He answered with a scandalous wink. “Then how about we go through the rest of them so we can get to the wedding night?”
Leah lifted a brow, but she had to smile. “I think that sounds a capital idea.”
