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Cash had her in his arms the second she stopped speaking. He snaked his fingers around her veil, into her hair, and dipped her back, kissing her again in front of God and guests.Screw the reception.He was ready for the honeymoon suite.
Behind him, the preacher laughed. “The rings are just a formality. Skipping right along, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
Cheers and claps echoed around them.
Husband and wife. Cash and Nicola Garrison. For real.He whispered into her ear. “How long do we have before the reception?”
She giggled. “I don’t know. Why?”
“Because I’m down to start the honeymoon before champagne and cake.”
“You’re going to make the best husband ever.”