“Going to pack our bags. I don’t know about you, but I feel like I’ve just lived through four seasons of a soap opera.”
I choke on a laugh. “I know you’re excited to go, but I think we have to get at least a few things straightened away.”
Magnolia’s face falls. “That’s no fun.”
“I know, but when I move to Pine Ridge with you, it’s going to be to stay. Oh, and you’re going to be Mrs. Whitlock then.”
Her eyebrows shoot up at that. “Mrs?”
This time I catch her hand before she can dodge me. “Mrs.”
“I like the sound of that. But can we get married at the ranch?”
“Anything you want.”
“Hmm, I think those are my three favorite words.”
“Really? I thought they were ‘I love you.’”
She smirks at me as she steps closer. “Same thing.”
“I really don’t think so,” I muse.
“We’re going to have fun bickering, aren’t we?”
Leaning down, I press a long kiss against her lips. She leans into me, kissing me back and says, “Is this how you’re going to end every argument?”
“Why yes, it is, Mrs. Magnolia.”
Epilogue
NASH
18 MONTHS LATER
There’smusic coming from the living room when I walk in. I’m dusty, dirty, and ready to hang out with my wife.
I ended up outside of cell service for a few hours today, and I’ve been in a panic to hurry home.
Kicking off my boots, I hurry down the hall to the living room.
Magnolia is sitting on the edge of the couch, a backpack sitting on her knees.
“Hey, sweetie. I’m so sorry I was late. I had to lead Sally back to the truck because she threw a shoe.”
Magnolia has a glassy-eyed look as she stares at me. “I don’t mean to rush you, or anything. If you need to go out and bring another hundred cattle in…why don’t you do that?”
I grimace as I hear the bite in her voice.
“I’m so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”
She rests her elbows on the backpack and narrows hereyes at me. “I want donuts. The ones with the cream filling and chocolate frosting on top.”
“Alright, it’ll take me a while. I’ll check and see if it’s still open. It’s already two o’clock.”
“I already called, and they’re open until four,” Magnolia replies.
“Perfect. I’ll wash up and go pick up your donuts for you.” I walk over to her and press a kiss on her forehead, careful not to touch her with my dirty hands.
