Page 105 of Tempting Fate
“No blue today?”
She tilted her face up and brushed her lips gently against his. Joy trickled through his veins at the realization that those light, teasing touches would be his for the rest of his life.
“Nope,” she said. “I don’t need courage. I’ve got you.”
EPILOGUE
Faith gave one last glance at her reflection in her compact, nodded in approval, and stepped out of the Lyft. The rumble of Las Vegas Boulevard fell away as her eyes landed on the best-looking man she’d ever seen.
Leo stalked up to her, brows furrowed. “You look…” He swallowed hard, and his hands moved everywhere: over her shoulders, down her back, around her waist. “You look incredible. Is this…?”
“A white version of the dress I wore to the foundation gala?” Lucky her, it came in two colors. She grabbed his hand and used it to steady herself as she spun. “You seemed to like it, so I thought I’d surprise you.” The skirt flared, giving him what she hoped was an appropriately scandalous glimpse of her leg. When she was facing him again, he looked like he’d swallowed his own tongue. Mission accomplished.
“Marry me.” He pulled her close and growled the words into her ear, and she laughed and rested her hands on the lapels of his tuxedo.
“I believe that’s the reason we caught a redeye last night.”
They might not be starting their life together in a log cabin in the woods, but the Little Church of the West was the closest thing she could find with its redwood exterior and pioneer town vibes. And life was long; maybe someday they’d achieve Leo’s childhood goal. For now, she was elated that the rest of their long-ago dreams were coming true.
“You got everything set up?” she asked. He’d gone ahead to make the arrangements while she finished getting ready. And if she were being honest, she’d wanted the big arrival moment, had wanted to see his face when he saw her in her dress on their wedding day. He hadn’t disappointed her.
“All set,” he said. “But are you sure you don’t want our families here? Our friends?”
She wanted to celebrate with them, of course, but that’s what their big, splashy Beaucoeur reception was for. Today was about the two of them.
“All I want is you, Leonidas. Let’s get hitched.”
His eyes blazed. “Let’s get hitched.” He traced a thumb down the line of her neck, but he didn’t kiss her yet. She was familiar with every part of this man’s romantic heart and knew he was waiting until he’d be kissing her as her husband.
“Leo and Faith?” An assistant with a clipboard called their names from the doorway into the church and beckoned them forward.
“Ready?” He held out his hand.
She took it. “Ready.”
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