Page 71 of The Cowboy and the Bombshell

Her dress was gorgeous, made out of a shiny material, it fell over her body like a champagne waterfall, hugging every last curve. It draped in the front, hinting at her fabulous cleavage, then flowed down around her to puddle on the ground at her feet, making it look like she was gliding when she walked. In her hands she was carrying a huge bouquet made of white and navy flowers, though for the life of me, I couldn’t tell you which ones.

Because I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of her face. Her smile was wide, her cheeks pink, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at me with all the love I felt for her. Everything we had been through, everything we had overcome in the last two years, had all been leading to this.

We were going to tie ourselves together so that no matter what, we would always have the other to lean on. To always be there for each other, like they say, in good times and in bad.

And I was all in.

Her walk down the aisle took far too long while also somehow taking no time at all, and all too soon she was standing there, ready to cross over to the alter to stand by my side.

At last, after all the times I had to watch her walk away, she was finally walking toward me.

Penelope paused, smiling at me like she had a secret, and I raised one eyebrow at her. I heard Daphne let out a quiet giggle behind me and I knew this was something Penelope had cooked up just for me.

Watching her closely, she winked at me as she released one hand from her bouquet, reaching down to grasp her dress near her knees. I watched, transfixed, as she slowly, so slowly drew the glossy fabric up from the floor. Suddenly, Penelope cocked one hip and darted her foot out to the front.

Showing off a brand-new pair of hot pink cowboy boots. I tossed my head back and laughed, my heart so light I felt like I could fly away.

Oh, yeah. This woman was mine for sure.

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