Page 55 of Her Royal Cowboy Billionaire

Father Rickovick, grinned. “Are there rings to exchange?”

“Yes, Father.” Alex pulled the ring from the front pocket of his coat. It was the mate to the engagement ring she wore on her right hand. He took her left hand and slid the wedding band on her ring finger.

“Alexander, repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed.”

Alex looked into her eyes. “With this ring, I thee wed.”

“Very good. Now, Michele, do you have a ring?”

“Yes, I do.”

Catherine held out the ring that had been his father’s.

Michele lifted Alex’s left hand and slid the ring on his finger. It fit perfectly.

The priest smiled. “Michele, repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed.”

She gazed into his beautiful emerald eyes and felt hers tear. “With this ring, I thee wed.”

“By the power vested in me by the king and queen of Batrovia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Alex smiled. “You’re all mine…again.” He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her sweetly. “You’ll get a better kiss tonight. I promise,” he whispered.

She grinned back. “So will you.”

Erin ran up to Alex and lifted her arms. “Daddy, lift me.”

Alex could deny her nothing and she was in danger of becoming spoiled rotten because, unlike babies who can’t be spoiled too much, seven-year-old little girls could definitely become spoiled. But Michele kept her grounded.

She tilted her head as she sat in her daddy’s arms. “Daddy, will you dance with me at the party?”

“I will, sweet pea. The second dance. The first one is with your mother.”

She gave him a big smooch on the cheek. “I love you, Daddy. You can put me down now. I’m gonna go play with Gregory.”

Michele tucked a curl behind her ear. “try to stay clean.”

“I will.” Erin turned and ran toward where Gregory stood.

His face lit up when he saw Erin.

Michele smiled. “They’ll be all right. Now, walk me out of here so everyone else can go.”

“Yes, my love.” He tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow and walked down the aisle and out of the church.

A waiting limo drove them back to the palace and the grand ballroom where the reception would be.

They invited everyone in the city, more than ten-thousand people, and, from the looks of it, when they arrived, Michele thought they had all come.

They left the center of the room open for dancing.

Alex led the way through the crowd, which parted as they approached, so they had a clear path to the dance floor.

He turned toward her. “Will you do me the honor, my queen?”

“I can’t think of myself as a queen. Reina is a queen…not me.”

“Reina is the queen mother and you are the queen, just as I am the king. We do not have the power of either, at least not now. Perhaps when Erin is older, we can come back here to stay.” He shrugged. “We will just see what happens.”