Page 79 of The Enemy Face Off

"Turn the coupon over," he says.

I flip it over and…"Oh my goodness."

I have to bring the paper right up to my face to read the tiny fine print that covers the entire back section of the coupon.

This coupon is issued by Milo Garrett Payne and entitles the holder, Beth Moore, and ONLY Beth Moore, to one additional free kiss per day on top of the already established one kiss policy that exists between the two parties. The coupon is valid from whenever you can no longer deny your attraction to me to whenever you get sick of me and never want to see me again. This coupon cannot be used in conjunction with any other offer, discount, or promotion.

"Oh, Milo." I blink back a few tears and lean closer to him. "This is so sweet and wonderful and…Thank you."

He rests his arm on the center console. "So I take it you don't have a Valentine?"

"I didn't." I chew on my lower lip. "But I do now."

The smile that blooms on his face is pure radiance. "You sure do."

"Oh, and it's Anne," I say.

"Excuse me?"

"My middle name. It's Anne."

"Ah, okay. Good to know. I'm committing that to my photographic memory."

I giggle again, then I grab him by the shirt and tug him in to me. When I'm less than an inch away from his lips, he pulls away abruptly. "Just checking, is this kiss part of our pre-existing kiss policy, or are you cashing in your coupon?"

I shake my head and giggle some more. "Just shut up and kiss me already."

His green eyes sparkle. "Yes, ma'am."

Evie radiates elegance and grace as she's escorted down the aisle by her beaming dad. Her golden hair cascades in soft waves, perfectly framing her face, and her makeup is beautiful yet understated.

She looks like a woman ready to marry the man she loves.

Oh, and the wedding dress?

Di-vine.

The gown features a classic bateau neckline that highlights her collarbone, and the fitted bodice seamlessly flows into a gentle A-line skirt that sways gracefully with each step. A delicate, sheer veil cascades from a simple tiara, gently trailing behind her as she moves.

The only splash of color comes from the vibrant bouquet of yellow roses she's holding, the flowers holding special significance for her and Fraser.

We sit down when she joins Fraser, who I've never seen look more elated.

I'm so relieved their first wedding attempt was just a minor blip on what I'm sure will be a beautiful, lifelong marriage, and that it wasn't a sign or omen. Because these twobelongtogether.

The ceremony gets underway, and as beautiful as this old church is, it's also very small. Combined with a large guestlist, everyone is crammed into rows of wooden seats.

I'm sitting next to Milo—AKAmy Valentine!—and his leg is barely a few inches away from mine. He's tucked his hands on his lap, like he's trying to take up less space.

Ha. Good luck with that. The span of his shoulders is at least double mine, and despite his efforts, he can't make himself small. But it's nice of him to try.

Without thinking, I place my hand over his and rest our joined hands on his firm thigh. He smiles and rubs his thumb over the top of my hand.

He's such an amazing guy, and the more time I spend with him, the more I realize just how wonderful he is.

He's kind. A devoted dad. Rocks a pair of tights. Smart—photographic memory, hello. Thoughtful to get me a Valentine's Day card. Adorable with the whole kiss policy thing. And emotionally intelligent to be able to say what he said to me in the car on the drive up here.

And just in case all of that wasn't enough, he's humble and good looking and funny and likes to read, too.

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