"Hi, mountain man," I say.
"Hi, almost wife," he says back.
I grin, my heart fluttering fast.
And just like that, I’m not Iris Moretti—the unwanted, unloved girl—anymore.
I’m Iris Sharif and I have the most delicious wedding gift to give to my mountain man.
Although I might keep it to myself until our wedding night is over. Knowing him, he will treat me like glass if I tell him too soon.
Plus there are all those other letters to get through.