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Aftyn laughed softly as she let her eyes travel over him, from the top of his thick dark hair down the length of his tailored western suit, the deep crimson vest, the silver-tipped bolo tie, all the way to his black cowboy boots. The velvety red rose on his lapel was still dewy and fresh.

She kissed him and slid her fingers under the smooth lapels of his jacket, her engagement ring and wedding band catching the golden light and scattering tiny rainbows across his chest.

“You really do look so handsome.”

“I hate suits.”

“I’ll get you out of it later.”

“Well.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “Something to look forward to.”

“I still can’t believe all those people outside the church.”

“I told you.” He kissed her temple.

She had laughed when she’d arrived and seen the crowd spilling down the steps and onto the walk. She’d stepped out of the vehicle, and they’d cheered and she’d shaken her head and gathered the hem of her gown and gone inside, where Ryan and Skylar were waiting. Both of them stunning in crimson gowns that hugged every curve, thin spaghetti straps showing off sun-kissed shoulders, ruby stilettos tapping softly against the marble. The red had complemented the men’s vests perfectly, and their bouquets of red roses and tiny white flowers matched her own.

Cole leaned close to her ear. “I love your hair like that. I can’t wait to take the pins out later.”

She turned to look at him. “I’m so happy, Cole. I can’t wait to see what comes next.”

“Only good things, baby.” He pressed his lips to hers and they both laughed when the crowd around them cheered again.

She thought it might be the happiest day of her life. Though she had to give some credit to the day she met Masher. He had chased her straight into the arms of the right man, and for that she would be grateful for the rest of her days.

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