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As she took slow, measured steps at his side, he could easily imagine her walking down the aisle.

In a different dress.

To a different age-old melody.

Toward him, instead of by his side.

All he had to do was remain patient.

And not rush their first kiss.

Their time would come.

Noelle faced Nash at the front of the church, wondering if she was dreaming. Her parents were here. That was a miracle in itself. The man she loved was slipping a wedding band on her finger to fit snugly against her engagement ring. Another miracle.

They’d just finished making one last, very important update to their friendship pact, this time promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of their days.

He bent his head to brush his mouth against hers, a tender seal to the vows they’d exchanged.

“I love you, Mrs. Carson.”

Her new name and title took her breath away. “I love you, too, Mr. Carson.”

Her favorite cowboy.

Her perfect match.

Her best friend, now and always.