Page 110 of A Cup of Autumn
One step followed another, but she felt as if she were standing on an automatic walkway being propelled toward her future.
And her love.
Eyes gleaming, he watched her.
Garrett leaned across Flynn to whisper something to Keaton. All three men laughed, but Keaton’s gaze never left hers.
Not for a second.
When she reached the altar, he held out his arm. His fingers slid between hers as if they belonged there.
They did.
This is really happening.
Raine kept telling herself that. Through the readings, the songs, and the vows.
Timmy removed the rings from the pouch tied to Autumn’s special white wedding-day collar and handed them to the officiant.
As Keaton slid a Rosemaling-pattern wedding band that matched her engagement ring onto her ring finger, it hit Raine.
This is real.
She wouldn’t be jolted out of a daydream by a customer. She wouldn’t be woken up from the lovely dream by an alarm. She would always wear his ring on her left hand.
She and Keaton were getting married.
Joy overflowed from her heart and spread to the tips of her green—to match his eyes—toes.
His gorgeous eyes full of love and excitement met Raine’s.
A wedding band slightly wider that matched hers rested in Raine’s palm.
She expected to be trembling, but contentment filled her, a peace she’d never thought possible, given the nerves she’d woken with this morning, but she knew.
Not only in her gut, but deep inside of her.
In her heart.
This was exactly where she was meant to be.
Marrying Keaton was the right decision and a dream come true.
Their choice of wedding attire showed how different they were. But Keaton had shown her how their differences made them better…stronger. They complemented each other in the best possible of ways.
She slid the band onto his left ring finger.
Autumn barked.
Timmy slipped the dog a treat.
Keaton’s bright smile brought a burst of tingles. It might be December, but Fourth of July fireworks exploded inside her.
The celebrant held out her hands. “By the power vested in me by the state of Washington and God, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Raine’s heart slammed against her rib cage. She glanced up at the same time Keaton lowered his mouth to hers.
His kiss was warm, possessive, all him.
