Page 157 of Wilde Flame

She opened it to reveal wildflowers inside.

“Caden had one request. He asked that flowers be put in your hair, if at all possible.” She took out a note and read, “I can’t imagine marrying you without flowers in your hair. I picked these this morning just for you…my Flower Child.”

My mouth quivered, and I had to blink several times to keep the tears at bay.

Emeline took out the flowers and carefully arranged them in my hair. She took a step back, looked me over, and grinned. “Now you’re ready.”

Twenty minutes later, I was standing at the end of a makeshift aisle, all of our family and friends on either side of me. Caden stood at the end, right in front of the lake. His brother and father stood next to him. He was dressed in a tux, wearing that lazy smile of his. I reached up and pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

The violinist started to play, and my father looked at me. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

As we made our way down the aisle, I kept my eyes on Caden the entire time. As I drew closer, I saw his beautiful blue eyes sparkle, and I felt that familiar warmth in my chest. My father and I came to a stop. Caden held out his hand, and my dad placed my hand in Caden’s.

Turning, I looked at my father. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He kissed me on the cheek, whispered that he loved me, then sat down beside my mother.

When my eyes met Caden’s, he was grinning.

“You take my breath away, Lili.”

“The same, cowboy.”

He smiled, and we both turned to face the pastor. And under the clear blue sky with the most beautiful mountains surrounding us, Caden and I became husband and wife.

When the pastor finally told him that he could kiss his bride, Caden drew me into his arms, dipped me, then kissed me like he was a starving man. I could hear everyone cheering. When he drew his mouth away slightly, his blue eyes had turned dark with desire.

“You ready to start our future?” he asked.

Laughing, I replied, “Only if you promise it’s going to be a wild one!”

Caden lifted me back up, laughed, and replied, “Oh, you bet it’s going to be wild, Mrs. Wilde.”