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Seth growled. “I hate to say it, but Woodrow’s right. Put a little heart in it, baby.”

I bit my lip as a silly smile tried to stretch my mouth wide. I knew there were still plenty of things I needed to work out and sort but I didn’t want to do it alone. I wanted them. “I love each of you and I want the house in the country, too. I want all of it.”

Waylan’s voice called out. “I’m getting a horse! Ms. Vivian! I’m getting a horse!”

I curled into Woodrow’s chest and sighed. “Maybe we should just get married so you can’t back out when Waylan goes nuts.”

“Sure.” Seth grinned at my shocked expression. “I, personally, think it’s a brilliant idea.”

CHAPTER 45

Seth

Nellie never would’ve suggested marriage in a million years if she’d believed we’d go for it. She had, though, and I believed in striking while the iron was hot. I also believed I was going to spend the rest of my life with Nellie and Waylan so waiting was trivial. Henry and Woodrow had both been eager to bind Nellie to us. If she thought for a second that any one of us was going to freak out, she’d understood just how wrong she was when we’d taken her to her family’s ranch that morning with Waylan and a ring.

I wasn’t even sure we’d gotten her to officially agree to date us, yet there we were, standing in the meadow behind her family’s property with her brothers, sisters, and Vera’s men. Steve had shown up with tears in his eyes, ready to walk Nellie down the aisle. She looked shell shocked. Vera had wrangled up a white sundress, Maxie had fashioned a veil out of a tablecloth from the house, and Waylan had gathered a bunch of weeds for her mother’s bouquet. Nellie looked stunning as a bride, even if her green eyes were as wide as saucers.

I straightened my tie and grinned at her. “This was your idea, Nell.”

She choked. “What? I was joking! This… This is crazy! How’d you do this so fast?”

Henry shrugged. “We were motivated.”

Woodrow was the only one of us men struggling with the idea. “As a cult escapee, I just need to make sure you want to marry us before we do this.”

Henry and I held our breath. A bird screeched in the distance. Papa Jack screeched back from where he lay in Reed’s arms. Vera leaned in, her face hopeful.

Nellie’s sudden laugh broke the tension. She grinned up at us, her eyes bright. “I guess I do have a reputation to live up to.”

With a plan to work on the legality of things later, West married us with absolutely no power vested in him by anyone. It didn’t matter to me it was just a ceremony. It was real. Nellie was ours and we were hers. I couldn’t remember my first wedding very well but I knew I hadn’t felt so happy after it was over.

“Party tonight!” Vera cheered like she was going to be throwing back shots with the rest of us. It didn’t matter to her that she’d be one of the only sober people there.

Nellie grabbed my tie and pulled my face down to hers. “My sister and her men are taking Waylan home with them. We have exactly three hours until our wedding party starts and I know what I want to do for two and a half of them.”

I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. “Bake cookies? That’s what you were going to say, right?”

Henry was waiting at Beatrice’s back door. “In. In, in, in. Ms. Vivian is going to see a friend and will be out of the house for the afternoon.”

Woodrow whistled as he slid behind the wheel and started the car. “If our wife isn’t undressed in the backseat of this car by the time we pull out of this driveway, something is seriously wrong.”

Nellie laughed with her head thrown back, long neck exposed. She looked so full of life and happy that I just had to stop and stare at her for a moment. I wasn’t fool enough to think that all of her heartache from the night before had been solved but I was fool enough to believe we would still be able to make her laugh like that for as long as we tried. And we were never going to stop trying.

“I can’t get naked yet. We have to drive through town. I don’t want to show all of downtown Devil’s Den my bits and bobbles.” She still wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her across the backseat. “I can’t believe we did this.”

I held myself up with my hand braced next to her head and smiled down at her. “You know that you came into our liveslike a wrecking ball, right? You changed everything without even trying. I would wake up and marry you again and again, every day for the rest of our lives.”

She threaded her hands through my hair. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” I pressed my mouth to hers and then moved across her jaw. “I love everything about you. Your smile. Your laugh. The way your eyes flutter when I kiss you here. The way you moan when I touch you here.”

She moaned as I rocked my hips into her core. “Seth. How are we not home yet?”

I glanced up at the back of Woodrow’s head. “That’s a great question.”

“Are you seriously complaining about my driving when you’re between Nellie’s thighs?” He sounded as put out as I would’ve felt if the roles were reversed.

Nellie reached up and raked her nails down his neck. “You’re almost there, Woodrow.”

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