Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 115763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“When do you want to get married?” she asks. “After the season ends, I guess.”
“I was thinking as soon as possible. But I can wait if you want to do the whole big shebang.” I wave my hands like I have any idea what weddings entail beyond Penny and me exchanging vows.
She lowers her voice, confiding, “I don’t really want all that fuss and muss. I always pictured something simple—a white dress, some flowers, a very special guy.” She wiggles her brows, making it clear that I’m that guy.
Instantly, I’m 100 percent on board with that plan. “I could call Conniver and see if we could reserve the restaurant tonight? Or maybe tomorrow? Or I bet Felicity would let us do it here? Or the courthouse? I don’t care. As long as you’re there, it’ll be perfect.” I nod, having semi-decided on the where and now mentally flipping to the when. “Monday, at the latest; we’re flying to Vancouver on Tuesday. I’m sure we can get you a dress and flowers, and I’ll put all five of those rings on your finger so that whatever you create with them, they’ll have been the ones we said vows over.”
She laughs like I’m not serious, but I absolutely am. I’ve waited my whole life for Penny. For the woman who makes me feel like I’m enough, like I’m worth something—no, like I’m priceless to her. And I’m ready to stand up and vow to love her with my whole heart for the rest of my life and beyond.
I just hope she’s ready for me.
“Let’s see if Mr. Conniver can do tomorrow,” she squeals, throwing her arms around me. “That way Mom and Dad have time to fly in.”
Her parents are already here, safely tucked away in Dominic’s guest room, because I hoped we’d be celebrating our engagement with them. But celebrating our wedding will be even better.
“Tomorrow it is. That’s the day we become husband and wife. Forever.”
“And then you can’t get rid of me!” she threatens.
As if I would ever want to.
I gather her back into my arms, still lying on the ice cream–shop floor. “I love you, Pen.”
“I love you, too, Griffin.”
And this time, when she says my name, it’s perfect.