Page 79 of Game Changer

“Physically, I’ve hurt worse on a Sunday night after a game.” I tap my head. “Here, though, knowing I’m missing the fucking playoffs hurts like a motherfucker.” I nod to the big white sleigh now entering from the road. “I’d take a hundred bullets and miss every last game to have my girls with us today.”

“Feel that shit hard,” he says. “Catch up with us later. That piece of shit ran his mouth, trying to get a deal by throwing his buddies who own the garage under the proverbial treadless tire.”

“They switched the tires out?” I ask, and he nods. “Before or after the wreck?”

“After. The theory is he was trying to cover up the fact that he ran her off the road when she decided not to meet him when hewanted to talk to her about Sydney.” He lifts his chin toward the vehicle. “Your kin?”

“Asshole.” I chuckle as he walks toward Lucas.

I hug Mom and my brothers then introduce them to Syd’s parents and family. The five of us and Hudson had breakfast this morning. He drove at the doctor’s and my bride-to-be’s orders. They had even offered to come help with setup, but I knew their flight was delayed a couple of times last night, and they didn’t get here until three in the morning, and it is only ten a.m.

“It’s beautiful here.” Mom smiles up at me. “Cold, but beautiful.”

“Here they come,” comes from the distance.

“I better get to where I’m supposed to be.” I kiss her cheek then head to the altar that my brothers, Grimes, Skinner, and Cody Warren constructed at the ass-crack of dawn.

With my brothers by blood and choice next to me, we stand and watch as the horse-drawn wagon carrying the girls comes trotting toward us.

I glance over at Mom and give her a wink, knowing how much she appreciates the work that goes into caring for the beautiful animals.

All of the girls wear dresses that are the same silver color but in different styles, much like all of us are in gray suits, mine being a touch darker. In fact, everyone here is in gray, which looks fucking sharp, if I dare say so myself.

When the girls are escorted out of the wagon and it pulls away from the stone curb, the sleigh then arrives, being pulled by two white horses carrying my bride and daughter, both wrapped in faux furs and smiling as they make their way toward me.

My brother Blane meets Sydney at the sleigh, and Lily dives into his arms. “You missed me, didn’t you?”

“Litte show stealer right there.” Hudson chuckles.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Cory stands beside the steps with his hand out to his daughter and helps her down from the sleigh. She is a vision in her cream wedding gown with her matching white cape over it as late snow begins to come down around us, adding to the sense of magic I already feel exchanging our vows in the same place her parents did.

I have to stop myself from going to her when the acoustic version of Lady Antebellum’s “I Run to You” plays in the distance.

I have to visualize my feet being stuck in place as I watch them walk toward me, a smile on her face so big, so beautiful that it makes my heart swell.

I don’t hear anything that is said until Pastor Josh looks at me and smiles, his eyes warm and full of joy. “Beau, repeat after me,”

I take a deep breath and repeat not just words but a promise that binds us together for eternity.

When Sydney says her vows, I get teary-eyed, but I really couldn’t give a shit less; it’s an emotional time. In the span of just a couple of weeks, we have been through so many trials and tribulations, yet here we stand. We not only survived but grew in love and, yes, faith. I would go through it all again to be right here, exchanging rings and sealing our vows with a kiss.

A hot as fuck kiss.

“I love you, wife.”

“I think I found a new kink.” She grins.

“Wife?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

Chapter 18

Wedded Bliss

Boone

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