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“Of course.” Greyson cupped my face in his warm, capable hands. “Paisley Grace Satterfield, I have loved every version of you, in every chapter of every lifetime.” Sincerity bled through his words in a soft caress. “I love you. Your mind. Your soul. Your big heart. And the way you see the world.” His lips tipped into a ghost of a smile. “I love the way you talk literary to me.”

I sniffed and tasted the salty tears on my lips but didn’t look away.

“It’s always only ever been you.” He leaned his forehead against mine, and I relished in the contact. His sweet words and intoxicating smell rolled over me. “Trust my love for you,” he whispered hoarsely. “I’m yours forever. I’m not going anywhere, my love.”

“I know,” I whispered. And I believed it. “Thank you for loving me so well.”

He held me, the silence between us reverent and sweet. The steady beat of his heart under my ear lulled me into restfulness. He was my safe harbour. The stove light in the dark. My favourite story I wanted to read again and again. The security blanket I never wanted to unwrap myself from. I was safe. I was home. I was loved. That hug morphed into a light kiss of understanding and healing.

“At Nash and Steph’s wedding, I asked you a question,” Greyson murmured between kisses.

“Oh yeah?” Give a girl a minute to refocus after that earth-shattering kiss. Question. Oh . . . that question.

Greyson chuckled. “Oh yeah.” He leaned back, brushing his thumb over my cheek to catch a stray tear. He lifted my left hand, the one still wearing his ring, and held it between us. “Will you, Paisley Grace, marry me? One last time.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I teased, punctuating it with a kiss. There were still things to work through, but I’d found the one my soul adored. My heart had a home. “So,” I added saucily, arching a brow, “what time will you be home?”

Greyson grinned. “Immediately. I’ll tell the guys I’m taking the day off. Today’s just you, me, and an empty house. I wonder what we’ll do? I’ve got some ideas.”

His heated gaze seared me, making warm bubbles pump through my veins. I leaned in for another kiss, smirking right back at him. Because, of course he did. He and I were finally on the same page of the same book at the same moment.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something,” I whispered against his lips, then got lost in the sweetness of his kiss.

Chapter forty-eight

Paisley & Greyson

Paisley

Most girls dream about their wedding day at some point in their life. I did, but I never expected that my third official wedding would be my favourite.

Because on September fifteenth, our fourth wedding anniversary, I married Greyson Satterfield. Again.

“You’re a vision, honey,” Mama D said, buttoning up the back of my dress as I stood in front of the floor-length mirror in their guest room.

I swished the chiffon skirt of my wedding gown and smiled at the woman in the mirror. There was something magical about wedding dresses. Or maybe it was because I was a different woman than I’d been four years ago. I’d lived a bit more life, lost and loved—I’d grown. “Thank you for helping with this.”

She cupped my cheeks with her hands. “Sugar, you’re family. You always have been.”

“Mama D, don’t make her cry!” Stephanie scolded lightly from behind us where she was fixing Liz’s eye makeup.

“Weddings were made for crying. The good kind.” Mama D hugged me close, and I sank into the maternal comfort. My own mother should have been here helping me. But not all stories turned out the way we planned. And some of them turned out better than we dared to dream.

Juliet handed me a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, eucalyptus, and white roses. Just like the bouquet Greyson brought me on our first date. While not all my memories had come back, many were easing from hazy to solid. Our first date being one of them.

“Hold still,” Stephanie grumbled as Liz tried to wiggle away to hug me. “You’re worse than my niece trying to get out of bath time. There.”

When Stephanie finally released her, Liz threw her arms around me. “I can’t believe three of us got married this year!” She pulled back and shot a look at Juliet. “And yes, I know this is technically a vow renewal.”

Juliet only smiled, her hand absently resting on her baby bump. She was due in December and Liz a few weeks later in January.

“Who’d have thought a decade ago we’d be here?” I said, smiling.

Liz sniffed.

“No!” Stephanie cried. “No tears! You forgot your waterproof eyeliner, and I already fixed it once.”

I giggled, and Mama D handed Liz a tissue.