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Miller.

For the first time in a long time, the name doesn’t feel like something I have to defend.

It belongs somewhere.

So do I.

Lila touches my cheek. “Happy second wedding day, husband.”

I look down at her. “Second wedding night’s starting.”

Her eyes widen. “Is it?”

“Yeah.”

“We still have guests.”

“They know where the door is.”

“Hank is sleeping here.”

“Other side of the lodge.”

“Ellie and Wyatt are still downstairs.”

“Don’t care.”

Her cheeks turn pink.

Six months, and I can still do that.

I fucking love it.

I bend and lift her over my shoulder.

She shrieks. “Dane!”

“Three minutes are up.”

“You cannot carry the bride through the lobby like this.”

“I’m the groom.”

“That doesn’t make it better.”

I head for the door.

She smacks my ass.

I stop. “Do that again.”

She goes very still. Then I feel her laugh against my back. “Bossy.”

“Only with you.”

I carry my wife inside. People cheer when they see us.

Lila hides her face against my back. “Put me down.”