Page 63 of Her Bachelor Cowboy Billionaire

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At the doctor’s office,the nurse showed Jessica into a room. The doctor entered a couple of minutes later. He grinned when he saw her.

“Hi, Jessica. I think you’re a little overdressed for this visit. How are you?”

“I’m ready to get these stitches out. Roark and I are going to the courthouse to get our marriage license after we leave here.” She waved her hand up and down the front of her body. “That’s why I’m dressed this way. This is the dress I wore for our first date, and I figure it’s good luck.”

Doctor Lowery laughed. “I guess you must be right. I understand you’re the first woman he’s brought to Bozeman.”

She gasped. “How would you know that?”

“It’s not a huge city. My nurse told me. Her husband told her, and he has a friend who has a friend, who has a friend who works at the Sullivan ranch. Now, shall we remove those stitches so you can get married?”

“Oh, yes, please.” She unzipped her dress and dropped the top so the doctor could get to her wound.

He moved over to the table and looked at her wound. “This looks great. I’d say you, or your nurses, did a fantastic job.”

She stared at one of those human circulatory system posters on the wall in front of her. “Thanks. I had one bout with infection, but you know that.”

“I do.” He picked up his scissors and snipped the stitches, then used tweezers to remove them. “There you go. All done.”

She pulled her dress up. “Doctor Lowery, would you zip me up, please?”

“Of course.” He moved behind her and zipped her up.

“Thanks, Doctor. I appreciate all you did today very much. Excuse me if I don’t stay.”

He scooted her out with a motion of his hands. “Of course. Go. I’ll check you out with my nurse.”

“Thank you.” She hurried out to the waiting room, where Roark paced. “I’m ready.” She smiled. “Are you?”

He walked over to her, then leaned down and kissed her lightly. “I am. I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

She widened her eyes. “You know this is a life sentence you’re undertaking. There is no going back. I don’t believe in divorce.”I probably should have brought this subject up before now. What if he says he definitely believes in divorce?

“I don’t either.” He held out a hand. “Let’s go.”

She let out the breath she’d been holding. Then she lifted her skirt and walked out of the office, to the parking lot and Roark’s dark blue Yukon.

He drove the two blocks to the courthouse and met the rest of their party in the Gallatin County Clerk and Recorder’s office.

They were the third in line for help. When it was their turn, they walked up to the counter.

The woman there smiled. “Let me guess. You two would like a marriage license, is that right?”

Jessica grinned and then looked up at Roark.

He smiled back and then turned toward the woman. “Yes, ma’am, that is correct. Then we’re going to Judge Stone’s courtroom and getting married.”

“Well, let’s get this done, then.”

They filled out the application. The clerk approved it and issued the license.

“Thank you so much.” Jessica lifted her skirt and walked with Roark, followed by their family and friends, to Judge Stone’s courtroom.

The judge was in his sixties with a balding head and glasses. Sitting behind his desk on the raised dais, the judge looked up as they came in and smiled. Then he pounded his gavel. “Ladies and gentlemen. We will take a short recess. Please clear the courtroom.”

The room, which had not been full by any means, cleared quickly.