Page 51 of Don’t Fall For A Bodyguard

I reached for Lennie, kissing him soundly, too overcome to speak.

“Save that for later! Make it legal first!” Valen shouted.

Lennie gave me a tender kiss, then pointed to the end of the aisle. “Are you ready to make it official? Again?”

“Yes.”

I was shaking, wiping tears from my face. Thank God for waterproof mascara. Bella stepped forward, offering me a small bouquet of peonies. My favorite. Lennie thought of everything. This wonderful, sweet man of mine.

“Thank you,” I whispered, and leaned forward to give my sister-in-law a kiss.

Lennie and I walked down the makeshift aisle, hand in hand, and I spotted Evert at the front, taking pictures. Lennie’s mom and dad, his Nonna, aunts, uncles, and cousins were all here. So, too, were my aunt and uncle from Atlanta. And all the Wayward Lane boys, as well as Van, Dawson, and Jesse. Our road crew, including Ace and Tommy, Tommy’s boyfriend Nate, and his band brothers from Killmine. Every bodyguard and crew member that Lennie and I worked with. Our motley crew. One I was so proud to be a part of.

Lennie’s dad moved to stand at the end of the aisle to face us.

“If everyone can take their seat, we’ll begin,” my father-in-law stated.

Having David perform the ceremony for us was so meaningful. Our first wedding would always be special, no matter how it happened. But now we had a second celebration to cherish.

“You ready, Angel?” Lennie asked me.

I held on tight to his arm.

“For you? Always.”

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