Page 113 of Extreme Romancing in Idaho

Lili held little Benny, and Blake held baby Brady. The boys sat in their laps, happily playing with the white rattles I’d given them before the ceremony. It was crazy how much they’d grown in six months and how much they’d changed in that time.

Remi’s family sat next to mine—Matthew and his parents—looking less than enthused by their surroundings.

My gaze faltered on the empty seat next to Mama. “You were right, Papa,” I whispered to myself, my grip tightening on the flannel cuff.

I’d found my own adventure.

“Do you, Remington James Cockrell the Third, take Angelina Johnson to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Chuck asked. He stood opposite us on the safe side of the railing wearing a pearl snap, plaid shirt, and jeans. It turned out he had a license to wed and had agreed to marry us on the edge of the Perrine bridge. All the other pastors were too afraid of heights.

“Last chance,” Remi whispered. Louder and toward our guests he said, “I do.”

I gave him a nod, reassuring him this was my choice. And I’d continue to choose him from this moment until forever caught us.

“Then let’s do this.”

Carefully, he helped me climb over the rail with him. We stood on a metal platform suspended over the abyss.

“Do you, Angelina Johnson,” Leaning into his role, Chuck paused, adding dramatic effect. “Take Remington James the Third to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

My heart raced; the back of my neck broke out in a cold sweat. Two words were the only things standing between me and the greatest leap of my life. I reached behind me and gripped Remi’s waist.

Without a doubt, I wanted my every adventure to begin and end with Remi. His muscles tightened against my back, anticipating my answer.

“I … do.”

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife,” Chuck proclaimed.

Remi launched us off the platform, and I screamed. Our canopy opened, slowing our descent, but I continued to scream—all 486 feet to the ground.

The End