Page 71 of Tempting God

“I think so, too.”

The pastor clears his throat. Grant and I turn to face him.

The pastor says, “We come together today, in the sight of the divine, to witness the marriage of Greer Arwen Blanc and Grant Aragorn Carter.”

Aragorn? My gaze snaps to Grant’s, and his lips twitch in response.

He says under his breath, “Another thing we have in common, Little Fae.”

The pastor continues, “We look on with love and hope as these two begin their life together as one.” He turns to me. “Do you take Grant to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you commit to him until death do you part?”

Until death. Just like the Brotherhood.

My heart pounds. “I do.”

He turns to Grant. “Do you take Greer to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you commit to her until death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Having proclaimed your commitment to one another in the eyes of the Lord, and with the power vested in me by the great state of Texas, I now pronounce you man and wife. Mr. Carter, you may kiss your bride.”

Grant pulls me close, dipping his head. The kiss is soft and sweet.

He says, “Our wedding bands will be waiting for us in Mexico. I didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten.”

I smile up at him. “Of course you didn’t forget.”

Charles clears his throat. “Well, the two of you have done this family proud. Grant, a word?”

Grant faces Charles. “It’ll have to wait. My wife and I have a flight to catch.”

His fingers loop through mine and he pulls me away. We don’t stop until we’re seated in the waiting SUV in front of the house.

I laugh, shaking my head. “Grant, I need to go back. My phone is upstairs.”

He points to the bag at my feet. “I had the housekeeper gather it while we were getting married.”

“I’m surprised she listened.”

“Money talks, and a kind word doesn’t hurt. Something Charles would never think of.”

I lean back, looking over at my husband.

“Aragorn, huh?” A giggle slips past my lips.

His lips lift in a half-smile. “I knew you’d get a kick out of that.”

“Wait. Is that why you call me Little Fae? Because of my middle name?”

“That and the wings you had on when we first met.”

I shake my head. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“It’s hard to forget a little girl who had the same haunted look in her eyes that I knew all too well.”

I touch his arm. “You never told me what happened to your parents.”

“My mother was a lot like yours. She married my dad, thinking she’d get ahead. What she didn’t count on was never being number one in his life.” He tilts his head toward me. “The Brotherhood was always Dad’s number one.”

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