Absolutely fucking shot.
I’m standing beside the pond waiting for this thing to start and I swear to God my heart is beating so hard it feels like it’s going to crack a rib on the way out.
People keep coming up to me.
Smiling.
Clapping me on the shoulder.
Trying to make conversation.
I answer the same way every time—with a grunt or a nod—because there is no chance in hell I can focus on anything they’re saying.
Not today.
Not right now.
My eyes keep drifting to the path that leads down from the house through the trees.
The place where she’s supposed to appear.
I drag a hand down my tie for the hundredth time.
If she doesn’t get here soon, I might actually have a damn heart attack.
Kelly.
My Honey.
Today she becomes mine.
My wife.
Kelly Lawrence.
Jesus.
Just thinking about it sends this jolt of awareness through my body like a goddamn bullet train.My palms are sweating.My hands won’t stop flexing like I need to grab something just to keep steady.
I’ve told her I love her.
More than once.
Hell, I’d shout it from the roof of the mill if she asked.
But I didn’t expect this.
Didn’t expect my chest to feel so damn full today.
Like my heart is barely fitting inside it.
I’ve never done this before.Marriage.
Never stood up in front of a crowd and promised my life to someone.Never wanted to.
Until her.
Kelly McCrae walked into my life like a quiet storm and somehow managed to turn everything solid inside me upside down.
