“Thank you for always protecting Nash.”
“He’s my brother.” Simple. “I’d die for him.”
She knew that was true. But, “How about you keep living? How about we all do that?” Delaney pressed onto her toes and brushed a kiss against his cheek. “You got him out of the CIA. I know you did.”
He patted her hand once again. “It wasn’t the life he should’ve had.”
She eased back. “What about your life?”
A wide grin curved his lips. “Haven’t you heard?” He looked particularly debonair and James Bond-like in his tux. “I live for danger.”
There was more to life than danger.
“Nash is waiting.” Gruff. His grin had faltered. “I hope you’re both happy.”
She was happy. “I want you happy, too.” Maybe one day Ryan would find someone who was a match for him. Someone who could handle his danger and see past his charming grin to the real man he hid from so many people in the world.
The real man…The one who loved his family. The one who never backed down. The one who would face any threat head-on.
Her shoulders straightened. Delaney pulled in a deep breath as her head angled back toward Nash. He stood patiently near the edge of the beach, right where the waves rushed up to tease the shore. The golden light hit his dark hair.
She began to walk toward him. Not in high heels. But in bare feet that brushed over the sand. Agnes still sniffled from her position near Nash. Sniffling from happiness or pregnancy hormones or from both—it was hard to tell for sure what caused her tears. Agnes’s husband stood beside Nash. A rather intense, somewhat scary fellow. His eyes were locked on his wife, and the expression on his face…
Even intense and scary fellows could apparently worship their wives.
Grayson Stone was in attendance, too. Holding the hand of his wife, Emerson.
And, of course, the ceremony would not have been complete without Jezebel Jenkins. Jezebel was currently dabbing at her eyes with a blue handkerchief as she huddled next to Nash’s parents.
Blue.
Delaney smiled. Ryan had been handing out blue handkerchiefs to everyone in attendance. Even though it was technically a renewal ceremony, he’d made sure she had everything on her lucky wedding list.
Something old…she still wore the engagement ring that Nash had bought for her so long ago.
Something new…the dress she’d designed.
Something borrowed…Agnes had loaned Delaney the wedding veil that she wore. Agnes had used it in her own wedding, not too long ago.
Something blue…that would be the handkerchiefs that Ryan had supplied to everyone.
Yes, she had all the items on her list.
Delaney stopped in front of Nash. He was her most important item. The husband who loved her. The spy who’d fought for her. The man who owned her heart.
“I love you,” Delaney said.
Nash bent down and kissed her.
“That’s not supposed to happen yet,” Ryan muttered, because he was still close. “Dude, it’s like the second time you’ve done this with her. You know the drill.”
And Nash just continued kissing her.
He carried her over the threshold, and this time, Delaney didn’t argue about it. She kept one arm locked around his neck. He was kissing her as they crossed the threshold, and somehow, Nash actually managed to slam the door behind him.
A honeymoon suite. One right on the beach at their five-star, tropical resort.
Delaney loves me. She’s mine. She’s safe.
