“Remember you said that when you want to divorce me in a year,” I mutter.
Morgan laughs, the sound ringing out over the lawn. “I will.”
“Avery does divorces,” Gia whispers to me, referring to Morgan’s lawyer friend. “She’ll give you a very good deal.”
Morgan rolls her eyes and elbows Gia.
The music fades, and Gia clears her throat.
I can’t focus on the words, so I glance out over the guests. It was a mistake—Mom is in the front row, crying her eyes out. Vance has his arm around her, gently rubbing her back, and he’s misty-eyed too.
Mom hasn’t said anything about her own romantic plans, but I think she feels it too. Vance is going to be around for a long time.
I turn back to Morgan, and she holds me in her gaze—locks me there.
I don’t really process what Gia’s saying, but then Morgan says, “I do.”
“And do you take Morgan Azalia Hunter to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“Yes, please.” Shit, that was the wrong thing.
Morgan pulls me into a kiss anyway. Grabs my ass to uproarious cheers.
She presses her forehead against mine.
“Now you’re stuck with me,” I whisper.
Tender words fall against my cheek. “I’m never letting you go.”
#
I’ve been dreading pictures, but I just keep looking at Morgan, and apparently that’s perfect. Mom stops crying just long enough for us to get a great shot of the two of us, and one of her, Morgan, Vance and me.
After pictures, we move inside for the reception.
Morgan’s fingertips brush down the sheer back of my suit coat, following the floral embroidery.
“Eileen really outdid herself… But this is going to look even prettier on the floor...”
I shiver as Morgan leads me into an area of the house I haven’t seen yet.
It’s like we stepped into a magical garden. Plants and flowers drip from every surface, as if sprouted there by magic.
“Morgan…” I breathe. “This is… incredible.”
She kisses my temple. “I knew you’d love it.”
It’s a small group, so it’s easy to make the rounds. On my side it’s just Mom, Vance, and Lily. I wasn’t sure if Lily and I were that close, so I pitched it as free food. I think she was honored to be invited—she seems to be having a great time, andshe gets along well with Mom.
Morgan’s side is small, too. There’s Eileen, of course. A few of Artemis’s execs. Gia and the other female alphas from the party. Morgan has told me their names, but my brain always short-circuits when confronted with that much raw alpha-ness at once.
“You look gorgeous, love,” says the most femme of the group, the pink-eyed heiress who breeds racehorses.
“Quite a little treat.” The rugby player, the only one who matches Morgan for sheer mass and strength, licks her lips.
“You need to get him claimed before somebody else does,” the rockstar adds, crimson eyes glinting with challenge.
A growl rumbles in Morgan’s chest. “Watch it.”
